"If you know what's good for you, stay away from us."
What's going on?
"Hah," Amaya sneered, her lip curling as she swatted at an imaginary speck of dust on her shoulder, a gesture born from Kaya's earlier shove. "Threatening the leader while surrounded by her pack? That's a new level of stupid, wouldn't you say, Ms. Richard?"
A shiver snaked down Kaya's spine. The warmth of the room had evaporated, replaced by a frigid tension. Every face in the circle was now a mask of icy disapproval. Kaya's brow furrowed, her gaze snapping to me, a silent question to me.
I met Amaya's eyes. They were twin pools of lethal intent, promising a storm. Realizing Kaya's hand still rested on my shoulder, I gently, almost apologetically, eased it away and nodded my head. Kaya's face crumpled, a heartbreaking mix of betrayal and hurt painting her features.
