Chapter 10:

Trisha’s P.O.V

“What do you want?” I asked her wearily.

“I don’t steal another’s man, Trisha.” Rosanna gave a cunning smile. “But he’s available and he’s powerful. If you don’t act fast, don’t sulk when you find him in my bed tomorrow morning.” With that she turned and left my room.

I unclenched my fists, finally aware of the sting and the feeling of blood dripping down my fingers. I brought my hands up in front of me and plopped down on to the bed as I watched the tiny half-moon shaped marks heal in front of my eyes. It only took a few seconds for them to...