Rex’s eyes reddened, glaring in the dimly lit living room. The green turned dark, stormy. His mouth twisted. Words flew out sharply, fast like knives aimed straight at Jessie.
His hand shot forward. Fingers tangled in her hair. Yanked hard, her knees wobbled up. Jessie’s head snapped back. Skin burned where the roots pulled.
“Let me go,” she screamed, voice high, breaking a bit. Her face turned red from the pull. “How am I sure you weren’t the one that got someone to record us… let me go, you swine.”
Her hands flew up. Throwing fists, pounding his chest, his arms, his shoulders. Manicured nails scratched his skin, leaving red lines.
Rex’s face hardened. Mouth twisted hard as he scoffed at what she just said.
“Got someone to record us? In my own house? How does that even make sense to
