I shook myself, putting on a stern face. I couldn’t know if what she was saying was true, but even if it was that didn’t change the situation I was in with Rita at that moment. I had to handle her first, without letting her know how deeply she’d shaken me.
I looked down at her finger in my chest, unimpressed. “Said by a woman who never got the chance to get ‘lucky’ in the first place,” I said coldly. “You weren’t even good enough to take for one night.”
Rita’s face crumpled in ugly rage, jealousy, and hurt. It seemed I’d hit the nail on the head. She stepped closer to me like she was going to try something, and I raised my eyebrow at her in silent challenge.
You’re not good enough to hit me, I said with my eyes. That’s how far below me you are.
For a long moment Rita stood there, s
