"Who does she think she is?" Emerald muttered as she paced her room.
The door shut with a solid thud behind her, but it didn't silence the storm roaring in her head. She kicked off her shoes and let her hair down, tossing the tie onto a chair without thinking. Her thoughts kept spinning in circles, repeating the same words over and over.
"You'll never be what Adrien needs."
"You're a whore."
The gall. The absolute delusional confidence Seraphina had when she said it, like she truly believed it. Like she knew… knew that Adrien still loved her.
Emerald's blood boiled. She clenched her fists and exhaled harshly.
Just then, there was a loud knock at the door.
Adrien.
She didn't have to ask.
The door opened a second later, and Adrien stepped inside. His brows were drawn, and his expression was unreadable. Emerald straightened, every nerve in her body still wired from earlier.
"I was just about to come find you," she said. "We need to talk…"
