Dahlia's POV
The venom in Miranda's voice cut through the air as my words hit their mark. Her face twisted with rage, and she launched herself at me like a wild animal.
Madge stood frozen to the side, her eyes darting between us with calculated uncertainty. She made no move to stop what was about to unfold, watching our confrontation like it was entertainment.
"You shameless whore!" Miranda shrieked, her voice echoing through the lobby. "You think you can get by on your looks alone? I'll destroy that pretty face of yours and see how far your dirty games get you then. Your parents should be mortified!"
The mention of my parents ignited something primal inside me. My vision sharpened, and when she lunged for my face with her claws extended, I was ready.
She clearly hadn't thought this through. Getting used as a pawn once should have taught her something, but apparently she was a slow learner.
