Alexa had expected tears. Panic. Doubt. Jealousy.
She did not expect this.
Bella turned fully toward her, her expression settling into a calm, distant coldness that felt far too familiar. For a brief, unsettling moment, Alexa felt as if she were looking at Leo himself, that same composed cruelty reflected in Bella's gaze.
"Are you done?" Bella asked quietly. "Or are you going to keep embarrassing yourself?"
Alexa blinked, caught off guard by the lack of emotion in her tone.
Bella let out a soft, unimpressed laugh and stepped closer. "You really think he hasn't told me about her?" she said, faint amusement flickering in her eyes. "You're actually… stupid."
Alexa's eyes widened in shock.
Bella lifted her hand. She touched Alexa's hair. She gently pushed a loose strand behind Alexa's ear. It looked like a kind touch. It was not. It was a touch that said, I am in charge here.
