I leapt to my feet, staring at her, fury and disbelief warring within me. Her eyes didn't leave my face, there was triumph in her gaze, as if she had successfully won the war.
"Hey Rox, I think I've got enough here for a couple of- Ohhhhh"
Evan stopped the moment that he turned into the room. He looked between me and Mel, reading the tension of the room, then dropping the bags on the floor and instantly joining me at my side.
"Rox?"
His hands closed on my shoulder, his voice gentle and questioning. I couldn't tear my eyes from Mel, my fist was clenched so tightly that my nails were digging into my palm, hard enough to draw blood.
"How?" I managed to ask through gritted teeth.
Mel crossed one leg over the other, placing the invitation on her lap and leaning back against the cushions.
