“With Mitchell’s best friend.”
I start to walk away, but his fingers snag my arm and he stabs his nails aggressively into the fabric of my coat as he wrenches me back toward him. “You know he was there that night?” he growls. “Luke was, when Mitchell beat up Alex and he didn’t even try to stop him.”
I jerk my arm, but he constricts his grip. “Jackson, let go of me.” I bend my elbow and twist my arm again and jerk on it, but he won’t let me go. “Please, you’re hurting me.”
His eyes are as icy as the snow beneath my feet and his fingers unwrap from my arm. I stumble to the side and press my hand to the side of the house to get my footing. “I’ve been best friends with Alex since I was six, Cindy, and you used to be friends with him too.”
I back down the driveway away from him, shaking fro
