Chapter 251

Every look thrown at her was laced with ugly intent, like they were just waiting for the right moment to pounce. These spoiled brats were used to messing around with girls, and someone like Calliope-sweet, pretty, with that soft little-miss vibe-they'd been eyeing her way too long. Before, they didn't dare cross the line because Lucien had her back. Now that he was out of the picture? They were thirsty, and it showed. Beside her, Conrad's knuckles cracked from how tight he was clenching his fist. Calliope reached over and pressed his hand down gently, whispering, "Don't. Let me take care of it." Then she raised her head, lips curling into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "You wanna mess with me? I'm just not sure you've got the guts-or the lifespan-for it." The group snorted, someone laughed loud and mean: "Oh, you still think Lucien's your knight in shining armor? Wake up, princess. He's all about Angelina now. You? Just some forgotten side chick." The room filled with mocking laug