Third-person POV
Irina slammed the door behind her hard enough that the walls seemed to tremble, but Roxana didn't move an inch from where she was.
She was already on her bed, lying on her side with her back to the room, facing the wall like she could disappear into it if she stayed still long enough. Her shoulders were tense, her posture stiff, and the silence between them felt tense and loaded.
Irina stood there for a second, breathing hard, her chest rising and falling as she stared at Roxana's unmoving back. The image only made her angrier. Roxana had walked away first, she had thrown those words like she was trying to hurt her on purpose, and now she was pretending to sleep after saying such horrible words to her.
Irina crossed the room in three long strides and tapped Roxana's shoulder, not gently.
"You still haven't explained yourself," she said, her voice tight. "Especially why you thought you had the fucking right to call me Electra's dog."
