A tense laugh escaped me. “Let me see . . .” I ticked each point off on my fingers. “One, you know nothing about him. Two, you’re so jealous you’re here harassing the captive he’s about to trade off like collateral. And three, you need a therapist. So no, I don’t think you can keep him. But I wish you all the luck.” Over this in spades, I walked away, but a sharp tug on my hair drew me to a stop. She. Pulled. My. Hair. I gritted my teeth as a rage of resentment washed through me. Inhaling deeply, I decided to take the high road and walk— “You are practically a slave here,” Nadia spit with malice. “I would like a drink. Fetch me one.” What was the high road? Without another thought, I grabbed a chunk of her ridiculously shiny hair and pulled, jerking her head to the side. She looked at me like she was the victim before a vicious fire filled her eyes. It was the next handful of my hair she pulled that made us lose balance and fall to the floor. We knocked into the coffee table. Plates of food slid off and fell to the floor. Nadia grabbed a handful of porridge and smashed it into my T-shirt, growling, “I do not need therapist.” “That’s the first thing nutcases say!” I straddled her and knocked her head into the floor. “Ow! You amazon!” Nadia screeched, slapping me like a girl. “I cannot believe he would ever want you!” “Go, Mila!” Kat cheered from the couch. Nadia tugged my hair so hard it was like she was trying to rip out a chunk, forcing me to roll off her if I wanted to keep those strands. “That tongue emoji was for you, was it not?” she asked, kicking me in the side with her stiletto. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, you psycho,” I growled, digging my nails into her wrist until she released my hair. Then I straddled her back and rubbed her face in the porridge on the floor. “You bitch!” She turned her head so she didn’t suffocate in porridge. “Tomorrow cannot come soon enough.” Something in the tone of her voice made me falter. Noticing, she laughed. “You do not know? Tomorrow, you go—how do they say . . .?” When she figured it out, the words were a mocking titter.