Irina's POV
"Move while I'm being nice about it," I said, my eyes growing cold and dangerous, impatience written all over my face.
Caitlyn's unease deepened when she saw my expression, but she kept blocking the doorway. "Who do you think you are to speak to me that way? Do you have any idea who my niece is?"
"I couldn't care less who you are. Get out of my way," I snapped back.
My eyes darkened, my face becoming more threatening as my patience ran thin.
I moved forward, ready to grab her by the shirt and show her what happens when people test me, when a woman's voice rang out from beyond the door.
"Aunt Caitlyn," Louise called. The next moment, she burst through, her stilettos clicking aggressively against the floor, looking ready for a fight.
After recent events, Louise despised me with every fiber of her being. Her rage exploded the instant she spotted me. "You? What the hell are you doing here?"
