Emily hated Lily too much now—viscerally, bone-deep. She didn't know what her problem was, why the actress-slash-heroine targeted her like a personal vendetta.
It had been three days since Lily bullied her mercilessly in that empty hospital hall, toying with her bottle like a cat with a mouse before chucking it in the trash, reducing her to tears.
Emily was sure Lily's massive ego got a sick boost from it, feeding off her breakdowns. What had she even done to deserve such hatred?
The gifts were thanks, not mockery—yet here she was, haunted.
When Reyes asked about the crying later, brow furrowed protective over her test results, Emily lied through clenched teeth— "I just lost my bottle."
She couldn't risk Reyes charging after Lily—alpha fury exploding into a public war. One alpha shadow was enough; three would be chaos.
