The tension was a living thing between Cassandra and Zaya, prickling the air like static. Cassandra's jaw was set, her eyes hard as steel, while Zaya looked equally ready to spit fire.
It was a sight I'd witnessed before, of course—those two had arguments that could clear a room in seconds—but this one was more intense, simmering with frustration and barely restrained fury.
Lise and I exchanged wary glances, not sure if we should intervene or just stay back and hope they'd cool off on their own.
"Seriously, Zaya?" Cassandra's voice was low, dripping with sarcasm. "You think threatening to break up with me is the answer here? Because you're the one keeping secrets?"
Zaya rolled her eyes, her voice edging on a growl. "Oh, come on, Cassandra! It wasn't a secret—it was just... selective information. I didn't think it was necessary to tell you about some random power-hungry girl's antics!"
