"Have you taken a moment to consider that you might be the problem?" Maya panted, her chest heaving, the adrenaline of her own boldness making her eyes wild. "You are letting your emotions control you! After everything I have done to show you your place, you still stand there acting like a queen. Are you perhaps jealous? Because if you are, it's not looking good on you."
The humiliation of being physically dragged and thrown out of the master suite by "the stray" was a bitter pill that refused to go down. Instead of breaking her, it acted like a catalyst, turning her fear into a frantic, desperate kind of arrogance.
Eloise stood in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the amber glow of the bedroom lamps behind her. She looked down at Maya not with anger, but with a profound, bone-deep exhaustion.
A headache was beginning to bloom behind Eloise's eyes, a rhythmic pounding that matched her heartbeat.
