*Mark*

I pace around my room and continue to curse loudly at the walls. I think back to when I went to confront Emily about the lies she had spun about me to Rose. 

It's impossible not to recognize the way Emily looks at me—like I'm a slab of juicy meat she can't wait to sink her teeth into. She stares straight at me as we talk, telling me she knows I secretly loathe being with Rose. 

I won't lie; overall, it has been a very uncomfortable experience… not because I don’t want to be with Rose but because I hate sharing her with anyone. 

The way Emily is looking...