"He killed Anna," I argue. Jeremy doesn't listen and grabs Cliff, hoisting him up and against the wall as I fold my arms over my chest. It's to resist punching him again. I've become Stella in this moment. It's a flash of Deja Vu. Except Jeremy has no knife and well, I've actually managed to hit Cliff.
Man, if Stella could hear my thoughts, she'd punch me. Again.
If Cliff wasn't a werewolf, I'm sure he'd be dead from all that smashing his head into the dumpster. Fuck that dude.
"Why are you here?" Jeremy asks calmly. He doesn't known Anna. It's different. If this person had hurt Stella, I'm sure he would kick their ass.
"Cause Adam's here," He spits out a wad of blood and meets my eyes over Jeremy's shoulder. I don't shudder, but I'm tempted to.
Adam's here.