Bea's face hardens. "They kept us safe, Yara. They risk their lives to get us food and supplies…"
"Oh, give me a break!" Yara throws her hands in the air. "You mean him? The one who was cheating on me with you?"
My head jerks up.
Wait—what?
Bea's jaw tightens. "Yara…"
"And your boyfriend?" Yara continues, practically spitting the words. "Who teamed up with me to catch you two red-handed?"
My brain short-circuits.
What am I listening to right now?
Yara glares at Bea. "Not only did you screw my boyfriend, you seduced both men! Like—who does that?"
Bea groans, dragging a hand down her face. "Can we not do this in front of…"
Yara whirls on me. "And you! You thought we were sisters, didn't you?"
I raise my hands defensively. "I was getting that vibe!"
"Well, surprise! Nope! Just two ex-best friends who are stuck in hell together because she…" Yara jabs a finger at Bea, "…couldn't keep her damn legs closed!"
"I hate you," Bea grumbles.
"Join the club," Yara snaps.
