"Don't you dare talk to me like that!" Jack spat and yanked her hand from his collar.
Jack's bravery startled Priscilla. He was the dog who survived on her, but now he's threatening her with photographs of them.
What a dickhead.
Her blood boiled as she continued to stare at him unwaveringly.
"What's all this nonsense, Jack? Why would you do that?" She asked in a low, demanding tone.
Jack blinked, unable to meet her angry look before shifting his attention behind her.
"He was just following orders, Priscilla." Suddenly, a familiar voice attracted her attention, and she swiftly turned behind to see Ella standing in front of her.
Priscilla was astonished, but then her eyes moved toward the figure standing next to her.
It was Stefan.
Her face became pale at the sight of his gloomy eyes, but she just seemed to be afraid.
