Chapter 12 Twelve

• Tessa
• Still holding my aching cheeks, I slowly lift my head. The woman standing before me is about four inches shorter than me. My eyes zero in on her as I slowly take in her ginger colored hair and red eyebrows that crest inwards. She breathes rapidly, her shoulders rising and falling. Her mouth is twisted and it looks like she was ready to slap me again.
• "Who the hell do you think you are? You think you can just show up out of nowhere and snatch my man? Sorren is mine, you dumb bitch and I will get him back!" The short woman before me warms and I resist the urge to smile.