The room was thick with tension, the kind that hung in the air like a storm waiting to break.
I froze in the doorway, my eyes darting between Maeve, standing too close to Layla, and Layla herself, whose face was a mixture of shock and something else I couldn't quite place.
"Am I interrupting something?" I asked, keeping my tone as flat as possible.
Maeve turned to me, her expression souring instantly. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her words dry and clipped, almost like an accusation.
I raised an eyebrow, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. "This is my room too. Layla and I are roommates, remember?" I replied, leaning casually against the doorframe. My voice was calm, but inside, a flicker of something ugly...jealousy, maybe—was stirring.
Maeve didn't back down, though. She folded her arms across her chest and gave me a look that screamed annoyance. "Well, maybe you should've knocked."
