Pam did not step back.
Not even a little.
Her eyes burned brighter as she faced Faith, her chest rising with each breath, her voice cutting through the air with a sharpness that refused to bend.
"He's only yours because of your blood pact marriage."
The words landed hard.
Not loud.
But heavy.
The kind of words that did not need force to wound, because the meaning behind them was already enough.
For a single moment, everything stopped.
Even the air.
Even the faint sounds of their footsteps echoing in the hall.
It was as if the world itself paused just to hear what would come next.
And then—
It broke.
Faith's expression changed completely, the warmth in her eyes disappearing in an instant, replaced by something fierce, something possessive, something that refused to give even an inch.
"You don't know anything."
Her voice trembled, but not from fear.
From anger.
From something far deeper.
Pam let out a cold laugh.
"Oh, I know enough."
