I kept my focus on the match ying on the TV. It was intense, two of the best yers going head–
to- head. Every point felt like a work of art.
Without bothering to look at her, I casually asked, “So, who do you think’s gonna win this?”
Tanya didn’t bother answering. Instead, she snapped, “You’ve got some nerve showing up here.”
I shrugged and pulled a chair next to her bed, eyes still on the game. “Weren’t you waiting for me?”
I mean, her whole attack on Lena? That was definitely meant for me.
“It doesn’t matter,” she hissed. “I’m gonna make sure you pay for this. Trust me, the pain you’ll feel
is gonna be way worse than if it happened to you directly.”
On screen, my favorite yer nailed a killer forehand smash, winning the set. The crowd roared.
I nced over at Tanya. She looked like a ghost–pale, gaunt, lips tinged blue. Honestly? Pitiful.
“I don’t know what price I’m paying, but you…” I leaned in a little, lowering my voice. “You’re not
looking so hot these days, huh?” I reached out like I might touch her face.
She flinched, pulling back. “Don’t touch me.”
Iughed. “What, scared I’ll do something right now?”
I pulled my hand back and nced down at my nails, suddenly remembering what Hayden had said
last night, right in the heat of the moment: “Tomorrow, I’m trimming those ws of yours.” Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.
Tanya’s voice snapped me back. “If you’ve got the guts, kill me now. If not, just wait–I’ll being
for you.
I lifted my gaze from my nails and locked eyes with her. “So, tell me–who’s gonna finish who?” She
just red, all hate, no answer.
The match on TV was heating up, and honestly, it was way more interesting than this conversation.
The yers were in à crazy rally, each shot more intense than thest. I couldn’t help but murmur,
“This is insane.”
Right when I was fully into it, Tanya decided to break the silence. “Drop the act. I know why you’re
here. And FYI, your frie
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