Bree ripped the papers in half. “Then why are you here?” She then sat down and placed her hand on her ear.
A stare-off ensued, with Bree winning it.
She then rummaged through some cabinets. There was so much work to do, and this only slowed her down. Bree’s eyes pierced through Skylar like a knife, but for whatever reason, he wouldn’t leave, even though Bree could tell he wanted to.
“Why are you here?” Bree repeated.
“To get away from those old men in the Coterie,” Skylar said. “I suggested we work together instead. It is good. They will stay off your back, and I get a break from them, too.”
