Claire waited for her to finish.
Her eyes held a calm, piercing coldness as she looked down. “What exactly makes you think you’re so superior? Is it that brain of yours that can’t even play chess right? Or maybe the fact that you’re so proud of picking up what I’ve already thrown away? Or is it the job I didn’t even want that you’re pretending is some kind of prize?”
“And ‘our circle’? Who the hell said I was part of your circle?”
“All you do is mess around, like an animal in heat. If you like that filthy mess, then fine, you and Lucas Bennett can stay locked up in it together. Count me out.”
Her tone was calm, almost gentle, but the words could cut like glass.
Fiona was fuming, her face twisted like she was about to explode.
Before Claire had even finished, Fiona lost
