Anthea stormed out of her bedroom and motioned toward the front door. The moment she yanked the door open, Thea was pacing back and forth.
"Finally." Thea stopped pacing. "Where are the bags?"
"Did you know?"
Thea blinked, confusion clear in her expression. "What?"
"Did you know Vessara was being sold?" Anthea asked.
For a split second, a knowing look flashed across Thea's face. It was fast before she masked it, but Anthea caught it.
"What…what are you talking…about?" Thea stuttered.
The fake confusion only made Anthea angrier.
"You knew."
"I don't know what you're—"
"You knew!" Anthea snapped.
Thea crossed her arms. "Even if I did, what does that have to do with—"
"You bitch! You're unbelievable!" Anthea laughed. "Vessara spends her entire life helping people who don't deserve it, and somehow you're still the worst person in her life."
Thea's face hardened. "Watch your mouth."
"No." Anthea seethed her teeth. "No, actually. You watch yours."
