"You don't see what you're doing, do you?" Alex's voice was like a dagger slicing through the atmosphere.
With an air of pretended innocence, Jemma turned to face him, her lips forming a well-practiced grin. Her eyes fluttered uneasily, but she answered effortlessly, "I don't know what you're talking about."
I hovered close to the kitchen doorway, out of sight yet audible. This abrupt tension between them was enough to keep me fixed in place because Alex seldom ever raised his voice.
"Jemma, you're always interfering," Alex went on, his annoyance exploding. Sowing doubtful seeds and agitating the situation. You pretend to be helpful, but all you've done is exacerbate the situation.
Jemma crossed her arms defensively as her smile wavered. "Alex, I'm attempting to keep you safe. from her
