Molly

I keep a firm grip on her wrist as I move around Christian so that I am now standing in between Amy and him except I'm standing so close to him that I can feel the heat from him on my back and for some reason, it sends a shiver through me.

She tries to tug her wrist out of my grip but she's too weak. "Get your hands off me bitch!" She spits out, her face wrinkling up like she's 60 years old when in reality she must be in her late 20s maybe 30s.

"You must be Amy?" I ...