Bethany flinched as Dean hurled the glass toward Fred, who sidestepped just in time. The glass shattered on the wall behind him, pieces scattering across the rooftop.

“Are you insane?” Fred shouted, his fists clenched as he moved forward, ready to lunge at Dean.

“Stop it!” Bethany stepped in front of Fred, her hands pressing against his chest to hold him back.

Dean’s eyes burned with rage as he pointed a shaking finger at Fred. “Really, Bethany? Are you seriously falling for him again? The same man who broke your heart? Don’t you realize he’s manipulating you, just like before?”

Scoffing Fred said, . “Manipulating her? That’s rich coming from...