Jean crossed her arms, walking up with slow, deliberate steps. Her voice was low, sharp like glass. "Hovering over a married man while his wife is gone? Classy."
Cassandra's lips curled. "Oh, I didn't realize we were playing wife now."
Jean stepped closer, smiling with venom. "Oh, we're past playing. I'm the woman sitting across from him tonight. The one going home with him. And the one wearing his ring."
She lifted her hand slightly, just enough for Cassandra to catch the shimmer of the diamond.
Cassandra's mask cracked, ever so slightly. Her voice lost some of its charm. "You think you're so special, don't you? Like you've won something."
Jean didn't flinch. "I don't think I'm special. I know you're not. You're just another chapter in his past… while I'm the headline right now."
Cassandra's eyes flicked to Logan, who said nothing… watching them both, his jaw clenched but eyes unreadable.
