"You don't know everything, Riley," Angel said firmly, her tone sharp with a hint of challenge. "So, I'd suggest you keep your words to a minimum." She crossed her arms, her piercing gaze locking onto Riley.
Then, with a slow tilt of her head and a sly smirk playing on her lips, she added, "Besides, Riley, you really ought to stay quiet, don't you think?"
Her eyebrows arched as she turned her intense stare toward Riley, daring her to disagree.
A small smirk played on Riley's lips as one corner of her mouth lifted, her eyes gleaming with unspoken mischief. Then, with a calm yet deliberate tone, she spoke.
"Don't think for a second that I wouldn't say what's necessary. You know," she paused, tilting her head slightly as if savoring the moment, "right now, I'm starting to question a lot of things. More importantly, I'm beginning to wonder about the true father of the child in your womb."