Allison's lips curled up baring her teeth. "Careful, Ember," she said, her voice low. "If you hadn't stolen the locket you wouldn't be here. I only came here to check on you."
I tilted my head. "You mean like you're doing now? Coming down here just to see if I'm already broken?" My voice was calm. "Sorry to disappoint you. I'm still alive."
'Bloody liar.'
She stepped closer, and I had to fight the urge to step back. "You really don't understand your place, do you?" she hissed. "This pack has rules. Hierarchy. And mutts like you don't belong at the top of anything."
I smiled in amusement. "Funny. You're the only one who seems scared I might be."
Her eyes flared with something—anger, maybe, or fear masked by arrogance. Either way, it was satisfying.
"I didn't come here to argue with you," she said, smoothing down her sleeves as though wiping away the stench of this place. "I came to give you a chance."
"A chance?" I echoed. "How generous. And what could that be?"
