Chapter 263. How Could You Do This?

I walked further into the living room, looking between both of them as my mind registered the oddities in their postures, much faster than my eyes could pick them out. 

Colt looked bloody furious, his eyes dark, dark and his jaw working in controlled rage.

“What’s going on?” I repeated, and this time my voice sounded icy even to my own ears.

I turned to Tara, who seemed to have regained her composure. Watching her this way, it was almost like I could read all her internal decisions, ‘don't cower before her, hold your own, now look in her eyes.’

And she did, neck confident, gaze direct as she stared me in the eye.

“She fucked me.” Colt spat, and my world stopped. 

Somehow, I had known this as soon as I walked in that front door this morning. 

My subconscious had interpreted the energy in the house, her reaction, and registered it somewhere deep in my mind that Tara had done something she shouldn't do.

Something as sinister as ra