CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT
ROXANNE'S POV
"How did you get to know about my shag with Edward on the couch?" I asked, not attempting to hide the dangerous suspicion in my voice. There was no need to. For I was done hiding my suspicion and letting her get away with wielding secrets that were supposed to be available only to me.
She threw her head back in a short laugh that sounded very much like a bark and eventually forced herself to get out a comment "Don't get yourself too worked up. I'm not a witch or a ghost" she said, before falling in another short round of barking laughter.
I glared at her with angry wide eyes, trying to stare her amused expression into sad submission "Care to explain how the information got to your fingertips?" I cocked my head daringly. Giving her the heads up of how dangerous I was sure to be if she tried to evade the question.
