Elena’s POV

Stella clenched her teeth so hard her jaw ached.

Rage burned in her chest, thick and suffocating. She had never imagined that a rat like Silvia—someone she had once crushed beneath her heel without a second thought—would one day dare to bare her fangs and bite back.

“You—” Stella hissed into the phone, her voice trembling with barely restrained fury.

On the other end of the line, Silvia chuckled leisurely, as though she were discussing the weather instead of ...