Isabela threatened, her tone sharp.

“I’m calling security!”

“Go ahead, darling. You know why?” Zoe gave her one last gentle pat on the cheek and casually flicked her hair over her shoulder. “Because I’m a lady. I was just trying to help you fix that tragic hairstyle you’re so determined to wear.”

“You’re insane!” Isabela snapped, fixing her hair, her face flushed with anger and humiliation.

“Insane about protecting the people I love. Insane enough to deliver subtle slaps to toxic little snakes.