Charlotte

The moment Ella wrenches her arm from my grip, her cold words follow immediately: "I don't owe you an explanation."

I stare at her as she walks away, toward the bar. I can feel the anger rising in my chest like a flood I can't control. Jacob shoots me a dirty look before following her. The audacity. Who does she think she is?

My jaw clenches. I can still feel the sting of her words, lingering like a bitter aftertaste. I didn't expect her to ...