Inescapable

I'd always been convinced that Monica's hatred for me ran deeper than her dislike for Harper, but I just didn't know how deep it was. Until now. As we glared at each other, a harsh retort on the tip of my tongue, I was convinced that she would willingly throw me into the sea if she had the chance.

“Why?” I snapped, irritated.

“Because I can...” Monica leaned back and pushed her hands off the desk.