Turning her attention back to Lizzie, she narrowed her eyes in warning. “I don’t care what you do with Pierce, or my brother, or Patrick, or any other boy in this town, but you keep my boy’s name out of your mouth.” She raised a trembling finger in warning. “I mean it, Liz. If you have ever valued me as a friend, you will stop with this tirade of abuse, because I’m not fucking around anymore. I’ve had enough of it!” “Cut the bullshit, Claire,” Lizzie snapped, unwilling to back down or even bend slightly. “You were never my friend.”
