"Baby, you're the best," Noah said, his hand rubbing slowly over Krystal's arm. His fingers traced lazy circles on her skin.
Krystal laughed and leaned into him. Her dark hair fell across her shoulders, her red lipstick was still perfect, and her eyes still gleamed with satisfaction. "You should have seen Bella's face," she said, her voice bright with triumph. "She looked like someone had slapped her. Like she couldn't believe what was happening."
Noah grinned. "I can imagine."
Krystal shook her head, her smile widening. "And Mira? Mira is so stupid. She actually believed me. All that crying, all that sob story about my mom, and she fell for it completely."
"She's always been easy to manipulate."
Krystal's eyes glittered. "I know. That's why I keep her around."
