Jack slammed through the washroom door, forcing Mara to go with him. They stood a foot apart, hands on hips.
“I repeat. What the f**k are you doing here?”
Mara flicked her long locks over her shoulder and looked around the room in disgust.
“Well, you certainly know how to make a girl feel welcome. A washroom, thanks so much,” she teased. “Very sexy.”
As she picked up a fallen dustbin and stood it upright, she noticed the cracked mirror.
“What the hell happened in here?” She pointed at the glass with her manicured finger. “Is this where you come for all your fights?”
“Shut up and answer me.” He was having none of her evasive, manipulative banter.
“I’ve been looking for you, Jack, and now I’ve found you. What can I say? I’ve missed you,” she purred.
“You f*****g killed me…remember
