As soon as we got upstairs, Jesse slammed the door shut behind us. I started down the hallway, but he yanked my arm so hard I nearly lost my balance, my coffee cup slipping from my hand and shattering against the floor.
“What the f**k, Jesse?!” I snapped, my voice echoing off the walls.
“What the hell were you doing down there?” he barked back.
“I told you already! I have every damn right to confront that asshole!” I shot at him, fire in my chest.
“No. You are not allowed in the dungeon. You f*****g know that,” he roared.
“Since when?! Nobody ever f*****g told me that!” I spat, my fists clenching.
“You’ve never been down there before!” he growled.
“Because I never needed to before! But I wanted the truth. I wanted to know why he’s lying!” I shouted, every word sharp enough to cut.
