The Proposition

Elira

I stand there for a moment, watching Liora’s back as she disappears down the hallway, her smirk still burning into me like a brand mark. My chest feels tight, but I force my shoulders to stay straight, refusing to let her see that she has utterly gotten under my skin.

Beside me, Selena shifts closer, her jaw clenched tight, her fists resting against her sides like she is forcefully holding herself back from chasing after Liora and tearing her apart completely. Her face ...