Watching the interaction between James and Monica felt as though I’d somehow slipped inside a lion’s den at the zoo. The two were both equally pissed off and maintained their own fierce stances.
A voice in the back of my head was clearly telling me that I should find a way to back out of the situation as inconspicuous as possible. However, the moment I inched backward, James immediately snagged my waist, keeping me locked at his side.
Goddamnit.
I noticed the way his gaze grew stern as the corners of his mouth were hesitating to pull back into an irritated sneer. Monica’s angry expression started to crack beneath the heavy weight of his glare.
She let out a scoff of disbelief and crossed her arms over her chest. “How could you ask me something like that? You know exactly who I am,
