My eyes widened. The implication of her threat hit me like a physical blow.
"You—"
The moment I realized what she meant, that she was about to delete both contacts from my phone in a fit of pique, I lunged my hand forward and grabbed the phone from her.
My fingers closed around the cool metal casing, snatching it back before she could follow through.
I couldn't afford to go back to Chloe and ask for her number, just not long after she'd given it to me.
The very thought made me cringe. That would be the most weirdest thing to do.
To have to explain that my… ally… had thrown a digital tantrum and erased her digits.
At least for me, with my already strained social skills, that was a bridge too far.
Yara scoffed, a short, derisive sound. She looked at my phone, now safely in my grasp, with pure contempt.
"Pathetic," she spat.
The word, coming from her, after that whole bizarre performance, was the final straw.
