Angela's POV
I paced the floor, barely able to keep my anger in check. James watched me from where he stood, leaning against the wall, looking like he thought this whole situation was amusing. I wanted to scream.
“What’s wrong, Angela?” His voice was smooth, almost teasing. “Are you upset that your sister's happy?”
I stopped and spun to face him, my eyes burning. “She doesn’t deserve it! That life she’s living? That should’ve been mine. Not Lyra’s. She’s stolen everything from me.”
James raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed. “You broke up with Kurtis, remember? Or have you forgotten?”
I clenched my fists, feeling my nails dig into my palms. “I didn’t break up with him. I sent Lyra to do it for me. And instead of walking away like I asked, she swooped in and took him for herself. My own
