"You've and will always be beneath me, Harley," she spat, bringing the glass down with force.
SLASH.
The room gasped in unison as few drops of blood splattered to the ground.
Harley eyes widened in surprise. Isabelle hovered above her, her arm extended to evade the harm, was trickling with blood.
Sandra scoffed.
"You should've stayed out of it, Isabelle," Sandra sneered, wiping her hand against her dress as if the entire ordeal was beneath her. "Now you're bleeding for her, too? How pathetic."
Isabelle winced but held her ground, her hand pressing against the fresh cut on her arm.
Harley was scared when she saw Isabelle's injury. She didn't expect Isabelle to block the attack. Her voice was barely a whisper. "Isabelle, you didn't have to—"
"She did," Sandra interrupted, her sharp tone cutting through the room like a knife. Her gaze flicked to Harley, venom dripping from her every word. "You're nothing without someone shielding you, Harley."
