Elena's POV

Silvia walked half a step ahead of me, swinging the restroom key in her fingers as if this were just another casual stroll.

Her smile looked soft enough to pass for sincere, but something about it made my skin prickle. She always smiled like that when she was about to push someone else off a cliff, and today she had every reason to try.

Stella’s mood had soured the moment President Yu’s attention strayed from her, and Silvia absorbed every flicker of that resentment like ...