Sierra: Get straight to the fucking point.
Delisse: Well—
Delisse: Alright, did that slum girl really start the fire? Or—
Sierra: Or what else? Me?
Delisse: Yeah, Sierra. You know you can't lie to me. Aren't we friends? It's not like I care if that sister of yours dies. So… did you?
Sierra: Yeah, I did. Now fuck off.
Delisse: Hey, wait! So what happened? What did your parents say?
Sierra: What else? Why do you think she's still here? My mom took my side and said she should be arrested for attempted murder, but my father said it must have been a mistake—especially with that bastard girl denying it.
A curse escaped Leander, his usual lazy expression replaced by stunned disbelief. Shane's jaw tightened, his eyes flicking toward Sierra.
Erisia turned back to face them, her lips curving in a slow, satisfied smile. "There is still more," she said, her voice smooth. "Shall I continue?"
