Whispers of Malice

Cassia Rowe

Dinner that evening was tense. Nadia sat across from me, her eyes flicking toward me every now and then with a smug look that made my skin crawl. She was practically draped over Darius, her hand resting on his arm, claiming him with every touch and look.

Her laughter was loud, forced, her eyes flickering toward me with a smug satisfaction that set my nerves on edge. I tried to ignore