Soraya's POV

“And you?” I spoke, glaring straight at her, “you don’t seem like you have a mate to me.”

Emily’s fist clenched. “What did you say to me?”

I tilted my head, unbothered. “Am I wrong?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Look, this is not about me. It’s about you and I hate you to bits.”

I let out a humorless laugh. “Listen, Emily, your hate means nothing to me. I don’t like you. You don’t like me. Fine. So why can’t you just let me be?”

She crossed her arms across her chest. “I will let you be the moment you leave this house.”

“Hm. Whatever. So, the moment I...