Anna stepped into the house, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. On her way through the hall, her eyes landed on Kira. Instantly, her brows furrowed.
For a fleeting moment, Anna was tempted to confront her outright, to demand the truth and rip through her lies. But she stopped herself. Someone as slippery and manipulative as Kira would never admit fault—not openly.
Still, there was no way Anna would let this incident slide. It had bruised her pride, and that was something she would never allow.
Heaving a steady breath, she diverted her steps and circled around the couch in the living area, settling herself deliberately where Kira couldn't ignore her presence.
The sudden movement startled Kira. She flinched, her head snapping up, only to find Anna staring at her.
Her throat went dry. Mariam's warning echoed in her mind, and for a moment her mask of confidence wavered. But quickly, she pasted on a smile, trying to cover her uneasiness.
