Quinlan
"This is why you refused to bring her to court!" Tessa screamed. "This is why you begged for more time for her. You gave her your mark! My mark!"
My left eye twitched.
It wasn't often that a woman could make me feel irritated enough to consider breaking her delicate neck, but Tessa has always had that effect on all of us.
Seeing her sink her teeth into Maisie's neck like that… Fuck knows I thought it. We all thought about the different ways we would enjoy killing her.
Her nose was reddened. And her eyes glowed with fury.
"Marking her means nothing, Tess," Soren coaxed, stepping over the ruined furniture. She had broken every furniture in sight, leaving only the bar off the corner untouched.
That was Tessa Graham.
Tessa broke things. Tessa ruined things when she got upset. Or when things didn't go her way. She was batshit crazy and we hadn't accounted for her showing up like this, out of the fucking blue.
