Sandy watched her narrow her eyes and arched her own eyebrow. If the expression was meant to tell Sandy anything other than that Syreni had no idea who she was dealing with, it was ineffective. Instead, she saw Syreni shake her head and make a pointless comment.
“You are,” she said. That was what everyone did. Everyone separated people from others. She’d been doing it ever since Scotty had arrived; he’d decided that spending time with her was better than them. “I don’t even get what he sees in you,” she added a moment later. “That he’d pick you over his family.”
She snorted. “And no, that’s not how this works. I don’t share my friends. It’s not my problem that you haven’t bothered to try and make any others since you’ve been here. You’ve tried to take Scotty and now you’re trying to take Cal?” Because that was how she viewed it; Syreni all over everyone’s posts like a bad rash was a threat to Sandy. A threat to Sandy’s position with her friends. This thing with Scotty did nothing but prove to her that she was right to be worried, right to be afraid that they’d choose someone else over her in a heartbeat. That she was replaceable. That she could go and no one would care.
“So I’m gonna tell you again. Say you’ll leave him alone and you can walk away. Otherwise, I’ll make you wish that you’d just backed off when you had the chance.”