Alice scoffed at Linda's dramatics.
Alice tilted her head. "No, Rowan. It's fine. If she's courting death, let her come."
Even Rowan looked at her in surprise. Her tone was so level. So still. Like something deadly hidden beneath ice.
Rowan moved to the side hesitantly.
But...
Linda stopped. Just stopped. Her fists clenched and unclenched. Her nose flared. She could feel the weight of too many eyes watching. Waiting. The public humiliation, more stinging than the wine, held her back.
Also, the look in Alice's eyes. She looked like a crazy wild dog on the loose.
"I'm... not done with you," Linda spat, her voice tight with venom.
Alice turned her back without a word. "I'll be waiting." Her final words were a silent challenge, a promise of inevitable confrontation.
Eyes were peeled to her back as she exited, leaving Linda seething in the ruined tent.
