Sallie's POV
Cloe spoke softly, yet each word landed with precision, hitting me like a physical blow.
My hand gripped my knee so hard I nearly drew blood. I snapped my head up, catching the nervous flutter in Cloe's expression.
My sudden stare made her jump, and she ducked her head down, putting on this shy, flustered act.
But I caught it—the anticipation and thrill burning in her eyes.
The truth definitely pissed me off, but I wasn't about to lose control.
Cloe had been Salome's most devoted lapdog back then.
Her knowing all these details about Mandy's torment meant she was way more than just some innocent observer. Salome had a whole pack following her around, and plenty of people had their hands dirty with Mandy's suffering.
I wasn't that sheltered Noah family princess anymore. I could see right through Cloe's pathetic attempt to dump everything on Salome.
She wasn't just trying to save her own skin—she wanted to use me as her weapon against Salome.
