Chapitre 57: I, CARRAMEL GREEN, REJECT

Jessie's POV

I look at the person in front of me with betrayed rage pouring through my veins, not quite sure how to react at the moment. But the main emotion flowing through me is blatant confusion at how she connects with everything.

"Oh don't look so confused, mutt." She says as she takes a seat in the chair that sitting in front of the fireplace lifting her left leg to hang over her right as she leans back on it. There's a smugness that surrounds her that makes me want to shift, damn the broken wrist, and bite her head off.

"What does this have to do with you, Makayla?" I asked the Witch not being able to put two into together and come with how the fuck she manage to make all of this happen.