Her mouth, now cleaned of blood, twisted in anger and disgust. Without a word, she turned to go back inside.

Shoving my gun into its holster, I grabbed her arm before she could get far. "Answer my fucking question."

"Fuck you." She practically spit the words at me.

"Were you flirting with him?" Just the thought of her smiling at another man made me want to tear apart every room in this house, piece by piece.

"Let go of my arm."

"Tell me what happened," I insisted.

"Why?" she cried. Her eyes blazed with anger behind the fake blue. "So you can blame me because that dude can't keep his...