C9 The Viper Sheds Her Skin

(POV: Rena Montoya)

The click of the corridor door closing behind Isabela was like a starting pistol firing in the quiet room. The sympathetic tilt of my head straightened. The soft, concerned curve of my lips flattened into a thin, hard line. The meticulously crafted mask of empathy dissolved, evaporating like mist in harsh sunlight, leaving behind the cold, sharp clarity of my true thoughts