Jessica pov.
“You can keep pretending all you want,” I said, “but it won’t help you. I’m not leaving until you tell me who’s behind this.”
Her smile widened slightly. “You really think you’re doing all this because you care about the tribe?” she asked, voice hoarse but mocking.
I frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She tilted her head, her tone turning soft, almost pitying. “You’re jealous.”
I blinked at her. “Excuse me?”
Paige laughed, low, broken, the kind of laugh that made your skin crawl. “You heard me. All this anger, all this effort to control me… you’re jealous of me.”
I stared at her, unamused. “You’ve finally lost it.”
“Oh no,” she whispered, dragging her fingers across the ground. “You think I don’t know? You’ve always wanted what I had. His position. His attention.
