The anger bubbling inside me felt like a volcano ready to erupt. My jaw tightened, and I could feel the sharp edge of my nails digging into my palms as I clenched my fists.
I didn't march over I stormed, each step fueled by the sight of Maeve's arms around Layla. Her face buried in Layla's shoulder was the final straw.
"What the hell is going on here?" My voice was sharp, louder than I intended, but I didn't care.
Maeve immediately pulled back, her expression shifting from surprise to a carefully controlled calm. Layla's eyes widened, her lips parting slightly as she glanced between Maeve and me.
"Oh, Zaya," Maeve said smoothly, an irritatingly pleasant tone lacing her voice. "We were just rehearsing."
"Rehearsing?" I repeated, my voice dripping with disbelief. My gaze darted to Layla, silently demanding an explanation.