Zenith snarls and grips the girl’s hair and pulls her head back. “You’ve got some nerve if you think you can just barge in here, lie to me, cuss me out when we’ve given you plenty of chances to fucking get over yourself and be an ally, and upset my man,” she snarls into her ear.
Carra grins. “Ooh I like this Zenith.” She turns to Simon. “Apparently it’s Karinka’s twin. Or my next punching bag, take your pick.”