"Hey," Tyson muttered, standing up when she entered the room. She closed the door, not glancing at him, as she made her way to the bed. He followed her, standing behind her. "Monica," he said softly, watching her as she picked up her pillow. She was about to walk away with it, when he caught hold of her arm.
"Let me go," she snapped, letting out a low growl as her eyes flashed blue.
Tyson obliged, staring at her with slightly wide eyes.
Her jaw was clenched, and her chest heaved up and down as she glared at him, before running her hand through her hair.
"Monica," Tyson tried again. "I'm-"
"Save it," she hissed, scowling. "What happened?" She threw the pillow at him, which he caught. "She told you someone else sent her the photos?" Monica asked, walking towards him. "Now you know I
