POV: Bea SharpeHelena's laugh echoed through the common room like nails on a chalkboard.I stopped in the doorway, watching my supposed best friend lean against Don Pedro's shoulder while they scrolled through something on his phone. Their heads were close together, voices low and conspiratorial in a way that made my wolf snarl with suspicion."I can't believe she actually fell for it," Helena said, still giggling. "When you told her Ben confessed his feelings, her face was priceless."My blood turned to ice."She looked like she'd been hit with a truck," Don Pedro agreed. "All that tough girl armor just crumbled. I almost felt bad.""Almost?""Yeah, almost. But they needed a push, and sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind."I stepped fully into the room, letting the door slam behind me hard enough to make them both jump. "What the hell did you just say?"Helena's face went white. "Bea, I didn't know you were—""You set me up." The words came out flat, empty of the rage currentl
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