Hunter winced as searing pain pulsed through his body, the metallic tang of blood filling his senses. Locked in a tense gaze with Jess, he would never have thought that anger would make a girl like her much like a villain.
Lena sure knew what she was doing. In that sense.
He exhaled shakily, his voice tinged with pain as he asked her, “Think about your mother, Jess. Tell me, is this what she would want?”
But Jess, consumed by anger, pressed the blade deeper with a clenched jaw, her brows furrowing in confusion at Hunter’s mention of her mother. His words struck a nerve, igniting a fiery spark of defiance within her. “And what do you know about my mother?”
“I can just imagine how kind she is, Jess. You're letting your anger consume you when you should be figuring out a way to clear you
