Athea inhaled deeply and exhaled to refrain from tearing the fake friend to pieces there and then.
"Thank you, Mosha," she replied softly.
She removed her friends hands from her waist and turned around to meet her gaze. Another fake smile that she had fallen a victim to. The fake happiness in her friends eyes and voice that made her believe that she cared.
She was disgusted by just looking at her. "What is wrong, Athea?" Mosha inquired sensing the cold temperament from her friend.
Athea shrugged without giving her a proper answer. She was too tired to make up lies, her friend's time was coming soon, and the lesson that she had in store for her friend. Would ensure her doom with no open doors for her to escape.
