Author POV

“Get out of my house.”

Hannah’s voice pierced through the wall. She stood tall despite the tremor in her hands, her chin lifted in defiance. “I’ve tolerated your venom long enough, Lara. You’ve come into my home, insulted my family, threatened my daughter—now get out before I make you.”

Lara turned slowly, her coat brushing lightly against the arm of the sofa. The faintest smirk curved her lips. “You’re dismissing me?” she said softly, her voice laced with ...