Davina stayed back and Arya sat on the bed with a stern expression as the tension in the room was obvious as Davina cautiously approached Arya.
"Davina, what do you want?" Arya's voice was cold, her eyes narrowed.
"I just want to talk," Davina said softly, trying to keep her composure. "I want you to know that I have nothing against you. I was only trying to protect Racheal because she's been through a lot."
Arya let out a sarcastic laugh. "Oh, please. Spare me the act. You don't like me, and you never will. You're just in my way, Davina. You're in the way of me being friends with Racheal and I will definitely get rid of you soon."
Davina shook her head, frustration rising up inside her. "I've always known there's something off about you, Arya. But mark my words, I'll uncover it."
Arya's eyes flashed with anger. "Get out of my room," she spat, her tone venomous. "I don't want to see your face anymore."
Davina stood her ground, her jaw clenched. "I am definitely going to figure out wha
