She vaguely remembers what it was like to be burned alive. She remembers the events before with much more clarity: the shock of the moment, when Bradly had entered her apartment, the pain of the invisible knife slicing wide across her stomach, the feel of the slick slide of blood down her skin before she had to comprehend the fact she was pinned by ( Read more... )

Jess didn't really find herself in a bad mood that often. And she found herself pissed even less, but leaving Dean's room at the hotel she found she was both, and was about ready to abandon her normal tenets of maturity and feminism and throw a good old fashioned hissy fit. They were lying to her. And Dean, at least, knew that she knew that they ( Read more... )