As Melanie and Saira stood face to face, the girl who had been weeping in front of Adam just moments ago was nowhere to be seen. In her place stood someone else entirely—composed and somewhat dangerous in her calm. Even the tear streaks on her face seemed to be non existent.
Her lips curved ever so slightly—not quite a smile, more like the promise of one if the moment pleased her. Her eyes were deeply calculating as she raised her chin and walked towards Melanie and stopped right in front of her.
She didn't speak at first. Just looked at Melanie with an unreadable expression — not quite mocking, but close. A single brow arched, as if daring Melanie to say something foolish and then she closed the distance between them, speaking slowly," I am going to take him back soon."
Melanie's breath caught. Her eyes flicked instinctively to Adam, who stood just a little way off, watching them with unreadable eyes. The air between them shifted—taut, electric.
