Ella

"What the hell are you doing?" My voice shakes, but I'm trying not to let the fear show.

Jaxon doesn't answer right away. Instead, he turns his head slowly, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Oh nothing," he says, glancing down at Rachel like she's nothing. "Just having a little chat with your best friend."

I glance at Rachel, and my stomach twists. Her eyes are glazed, her face pale. Her clothes barely cling to her body, ripped in ways that ...