Maren Cole’s face was a mask of cold fury as she stepped forward, reaching out to steady Lydiasa."Maren, I’m alright," Lydiasa whispered, though she made sure to look like she was leaning heavily on the older woman. "I just didn’t have a good grip on the bouquet.""I saw the whole thing, Lydiasa. And look at these flowers—completely destroyed. Does that look like a simple slip to you?" Maren stood like a shield in front of Lydiasa, her eyes boring into mine. "What was that pathetic display for? You will apologize to her, Lanka. Right now."I let out a short, sharp laugh. "Sorry, I’ve recently been diagnosed with 'Incapable of Apologizing' syndrome. There’s no cure, so don't hold your breath."Maren, already simmering with resentment at the mere sight of me back in Andrew’s life, felt her temper snap. She swung her hand in a wide arc, aiming a slap at my face. "Well, I think it’s time someone beat some sense into you!"I didn't blink. I caught her wrist mid-air, my grip tightening unt
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