Alina's POV
I opened the door, and the moment my eyes landed on Emily, a slow smirk tugged at the corners of my lips. Before I could even utter a greeting, she shoved past my shoulder, storming right into my room.
I looked at the open space behind her, unbothered. "Why don't you just come right in?" I murmured sarcastically, swinging the heavy oak door shut and clicking the lock into place.
Emily spun around, her face twisted in a mask of pure fury. "What the hell did you tell Aiden?"
I tilted my head, crossing my arms as I looked at her. "What the hell did I tell Aiden? What could I have possibly told him, Emily?"
"Don't you dare fucking mess with me, Alina!" she hissed, stepping into my space.
"I am not messing with you," I replied, my voice dropping into a dangerously calm register.
