“You utter those words one more time and you’ll live to regret it.” Tamryn’s smile had morphed into something matching The Joker’s, causing Claudia to squeak and slink further into her chair. “Bev has never done anything to you. And besides, whatever you’ve got going on up there in that shady little shanty of yours, she wants no part of.”
“Says you,” the other girl grumbled under her breath as she studied her inch-long blood-red daggers. Tamryn had been right. Her stilettos were out.
Tamryn leaned forward and gave Claudia’s chin a brisk shake. “That’s right, I do say, Claudia. Now, let it go.” She released Claudia’s chin and gave her face a swift pat.
“Whatever, Tamryn. You got me down here. What do you want?” Claudia sputtered out.
“What I want, Claudia, is a bit of respect. For mysel
