Mila was in front of me saying something else, something I hadn’t heard because I stopped listening. All of my attention was on Drea as she pushed my office door open wider and went right up to Mila. She grabbed a fistful of Mila’s hair from behind and slammed her face into my desk. Mila screamed, her arms flailing. Drea didn’t stop. She slammed Mila’s head down over and over again, her face completely consumed with rage. I arched an eyebrow in amusement, watching her with a pleasant mixture of surprise and eagerness. Blood splattered over the desk. Something cracked. Possibly Mila’s nose. I
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