Chapter 22 It Is A Contest, After All
- *Mark*
- I pace around my room and continue to curse loudly at the walls. I think back to when I went to confront Emily about the lies she had spun about me to Rose.
- It's impossible not to recognize the way Emily looks at me—like I'm a slab of juicy meat she can't wait to sink her teeth into. She stares straight at me as we talk, telling me she knows I secretly loathe being with Rose.