" Have you looked in the mirror? You look like a whore," he says, and my eyes widen. Did he just call me a whore. I scoff and fold my arms. Anger is bubbling inside me. 

"She looks like a whore, not me," I grit my teeth, my eyes snapping to the woman standing in the corner now. Her eyes flash with outrage. 

" I'm not a whore. He's my boyfriend," she spat confidently. One glare from me shuts her up. Zuriel gestures for her to leave, and with an annoyed huff, she runs back upstairs... 

To his room. I watch after her with disdain, and suddenly, my body is...