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Even if anything did happen, Who was she to play the wounded party after everything?
I stepped in front of Bianca, putting my body between them.
“Bianca, leave.”
Ellie’s jaw tightened. “She’s not going anywhere. Start explaining. Now.”
Her confidence grated. Sharp and entitled, like she still owned the moral high ground.
“Bianca,” I repeated, lower, firmer. “Leave.”
We were locked in a hedge of wills. Tight and suffocating. Strained to the maximum.
But Ellie's focus doubled on me, which meant Bianca was out of the cross hairs. Temporarily. She walked away and avoided looking Ellie in the eyes, even though the heat from her gaze was hot enough to tear through flesh.