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~Belinda's POV
"Sit," I said, keeping my voice calm, even though I could already feel the irritation crawling under my skin.
Lisa stood there like she didn't trust the air itself. Her eyes moved from the doorway to the walls, then to me, like she was waiting for something, or someone, to jump out. I didn't rush her. That would've been too easy. No, I wanted her to stew in that discomfort for a bit. Let her nerves crawl.
She crossed her arms, still standing stiff as a stick. "Why did you call me here?"
I smiled, one of those carefully crafted, tight-lipped smiles I'd spent years perfecting. A smile that didn't reach my eyes. A smile that hid every sharp word I wanted to spit.
"You'll see," I said smoothly. "Just sit."
