"Well, well… finally got to meet you alone, freak," Amanda said smoothly, her voice laced with fake sweetness that couldn't quite mask the venom underneath. She leaned casually against the sink beside Sumaya, as though this were just a casual chat between friends — but her eyes were sharp, watching Sumaya like a predator waiting for a reaction.
Sumaya's spine stiffened, her jaw locked so tight it hurt. The last thing she needed was Amanda and her petty games — not now, not when she was already barely holding herself together.
She stared down at the sink, refusing to give Amanda the satisfaction of a reaction. Her hands curled into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms until it stung — a pain she welcomed if it kept her grounded.
Amanda's smirk deepened, her eyes glinting with quiet triumph.
