The air was poison. Sharp, charged, and sparking like wires ready to snap.
Kana stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a slam that shook the frame. The sound jolted Rika, but it didn't rattle Daika, if anything, it seemed to excite her.
"Ohhh," Daika drawled, circling Kana like a wolf toying with fresh prey. "So the little Beta does have teeth after all. Tell me, Kana, how long have you been sniffing around her, pretending you're her knight in shining armor?"
Kana's nostrils flared, but her focus stayed on Rika. "Get your things, we're leaving."
Rika blinked. "Wh-what?"
"You heard me." Kana's voice was steady, but Rika could see the tension in her jaw, the tremor in her clenched fists. "You're not staying in this room. Not with her."
Daika barked out a laugh, sharp and cruel. "Cute. You think you can just whisk her away like some fairytale princess? Newsflash, Kana—this isn't your story. It's mine. And kitten here knows it."
Rika's stomach lurched. "Daika—"
