Wyatt
He had felt the need to visit Sasha after work on Friday and he’d rushed over to her house where he found her in her usual painter’s uniform. She seemed just as happy to see him as he felt, but then he saw her broken lip and the anger rose in him like a rabid beast.
“What happened to your lip, Sasha?” He asked in a low angry tone as he gently held her chin and looked at her split lip.
“She kicked ass, that’s what happened!” Mabel cheered from behind her and Sasha rolled her eyes with amusement.
Wyatt looked over Sasha’s shoulder at where Mabel was standing near the stairs, as if she had been on her way to her room. She quickly seemed to spot the questions in his eyes and she grinned with a mixture of pride and a scary amount of vindictive pleasure.
“That bully girl from school c
