BRISELLE’S POV.
Jenna let out a tiny, muffled gasp. Even I was shocked by my own tongue. For a split second, I felt powerful. I felt like the girl Kai had claimed. Cassandra didn't flinch, instead, a slow, pitying smile spread across her face. It was the kind of smile you give a child who thinks their plastic crown is real gold.
"Jealous?" She laughed, a short, cold sound. "Darling, I’m observant. Look at you, you’re a utility. Kai is playing a game, and you’re just the cheapest pawn on the board. He picked you because you’re forgettable, because when he’s done with you in a few weeks, he can toss you back into the gutter and no one will even remember your name."
She stepped closer, the scent of her expensive perfume cloying and suffocating.
"You think he has your back? Kai Thornefield
