*Keep it together. Don't let it show,* Lexie commanded herself silently.
She forced her lips into a bright smile as she approached them.
"Hey guys!" The greeting escaped too shrill, too fake, but there was no taking it back now.
Fury blazed through her veins, but she kept it locked down tight.
Dorian had been clutching Elena's hand, standing way too damn close.
The anger doubled, twisting her gut into knots.
She craved Elena's reaction, though part of her already knew exactly what that bitch would say.
This little whore had the balls to steal her man!
Lexie wanted to shriek, but she couldn't—wouldn't.
They couldn't know she'd overheard everything.
Elena jerked backward, eyes going wide, lips trembling. Lexie had never felt hatred this pure. Elena was a thief! A home-wrecker! A plan-destroyer!
And Lexie fantasized about wrapping her hands around that slender throat and squeezing until it snapped.
