Jessica's heart sinks. She hates the soppy way her brother looks at Avery. He used to be a heartless lady's man, but now he follows Avery around like a sad puppy. She flicks a red nail polish chip onto the carpet and glares at Andrew.
"Are you really willing to risk your life for this whore?" she asks.
"Don't ever call her that again," Andrew says. "If you can't behave yourself, I'll have your airlifted out of here and taken back home. Understand?"
She wants to argue, but she knows it's useless to fight with Andrew when he gets like this. She grinds her teeth and bites her lip. Out of the corner of her eye, she glares at Avery. She doesn't want to apologize, but she doesn't want Andrew to send her home either. She needs to stay on the ship to win Jackson back.
Jessica digs her nails into her palm and whispers, "Sorry. It was all my fault."
"Come on, say it as you mean it," Andrew says.
"Sorry, I almost killed you," she says louder.
