Alexander held my hand and pulled me behind him. Then, through gritted teeth, he said, "How'd you find us and how the f*ck are you still alive, Mona Crawford?"
Instead of replying, she looked at me. It wasn't just because she was a lot taller than I was, but the moment her gaze landed on me, I trembled and felt small. As much as I hate to admit it, I sunk into my pajamas and cowered behind Alexander. He immediately noticed my discomfort and moved to put himself in her line of sight.
I grasped the hem of his shirt tightly.
"So it's her, huh?" she said with a somehow devilish grin. She then tilted her head a little to meet Alexander's eyes. "It's the girl you're thinking of while kissing me."
My fingers tightened around the fabric of his shirt as I felt something squeeze my chest. I was
