The numbers on the documents blurred in front of me, my mind refusing to focus. I tried to make sense of the reports I was supposed to be compiling for Leora, but my thoughts kept drifting back to what had happened earlier with Nathaniel and Ciara.
My heart was still pounding, not with fear but with… confusion, maybe? Anger?
I didn't even know.
Why hadn't I asked Ciara if it was true? Had she really flirted with Cassandra, or was Cassandra just trying to get under my skin? She seemed like the type who enjoyed causing a bit of chaos, who thrived on watching people squirm.
But Ciara… I knew she had a reputation for being a flirt, for playing with hearts. Was I just another one of her games?
Leora glanced over at me from across her desk, her dark brows furrowed in concentration as she scribbled notes in her own decisive, bold handwriting.