Astraea's POV
I stood there, trying to catch my breath, my fingers still tingling from the pressure I'd applied to Inara's throat. I hadn't meant to go that far, but something about her always brought out the worst in me.
She was like poison laced in something extra sweet, and she was always smirking and always pushing.
I dropped my hands to my sides and stepped back, pacing the room to calm myself.
Inara, ever the picture of arrogance, casually sat up on the bed like I hadn't just had my hands wrapped around her neck. Arms folded, legs crossed, and lips curled in that smug little way of hers.
"So," I asked without turning around just yet. "Was it you? Were you the one who pretended to be me?"
She didn't even flinch. "Obviously. Who else could pull off pretending to be you?" Her voice was lazy, like she was bored of the conversation already.
