Chapter 417

• Leona led me out of the lounge just in time to catch the tail end of Violet’s storm.
• Ruby once composed, venomous, and impossibly smug was now a mess. Her sleek hair was tangled, her cheek marked by a harsh series of slaps. Her expensive silk blouse was rumpled from the scuffle, her fur-trimmed coat askew. The arrogance was gone, replaced with something desperate, feral, humiliated.
• Violet gave her one last shove. “Get lost.”