Tessa’s body thrashes in my arms for a few seconds before she calms slightly and I’m able to drag her out of the living room. I tug at the ends of her dress to make sure it isn’t hitched up; the last thing we need is for me to have to get into a fight, too. There are only a few people in the kitchen, and already they’re talking about the fight in the living room. “I will fucking kill her, Hardin! I swear!” she yells, moving out of my grip. “I know… I know you will,” I say, but I can’t take her seriously, despite witnessing her savagery firsthand.
