“Stop it, you’re hurting me,” she snarls through gritted teeth, but there’s fear in her eyes too. She doesn’t know this version of him, and neither do I. I feel faint with the confusion tearing through me. My hands cover my mouth, and I have no idea what to do. Even Ben looks a little uneasy at this terrifying version of Jake in full-on viciousness, and he tenses as though ready to intervene.

“Did I fuck you?” His glare and nasty growl, through clenched teeth, show a man ...