“The name’s Jessalyn, and this blubbering fool is Les,” the cold woman rolled her eyes as he shifted farther away and shot her yet another glare.

“That’s nice,” she rolled her eyes, sarcasm dripping from her tongue, “but why are you in my house, uninvited, in the middle of the night?!” her voice rose steadily until she was almost screaming by the time the end. A vein pulsed in the side of her neck, her face was red, but she quickly regained her composure. Still glaring fiercely, her face was no longer red and the vein lay back down.

Jessalyn smiled slightly. She’d taken a liking to the girl, even though they’d been talking less than 10 minutes. Anyone who could make Les squirm couldn’t be too bad, and she was headstrong- probably not one that would crumple at the news they were about to pass on.

Cayaana started again, “I know him, from… before, but I can’t remember why, and FYI , that’s pissing me off more,” she jumped slightly in his direction, not making contact, but causing him to flinch.