"Herla!"
Eve shoved Herla, who'd dragged her out of the hotel to the very back, and rubbed her wrist that was a bruised red.
"What is your problem? What are you even doing here with Patro?"
Herla looked at her with derision. "I should be asking that question. What do you think you're doing? I know you were never in a relationship with Malakai Basti, so why are you suddenly getting married to him? What are you planning in that thick head of yours?"
Eve pulled a face, drowning in confusion.
"Is that all you seriously have to say to me?"
"Meaning what?"
"You're not going to explain to me why you were with Patro? Why did you two seem so…intimate?"
Herla stared at her with a conflicted look, before morphing into something Eve had never glimpsed before. Hatred…
