So be it

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Jordy flinched at the voice, forcing herself out of Jamal's hold. She was flustered by the roar and she could only imagine the tide of rage in those eyes that were likely heating up her back. She couldn't turn around. She was too terrified to meet Arlo's gaze.

She gasped as Jamal pulled her hand, bringing her closer again. "Jamal, what are you doing?!"

"We weren't done talking." Jamal breathed out. There was an irritation in his voice. And reluctance. His grip around her wrist tightened. "I'll let you go when I've said all I need to say."

"Do you have a death wish or something?" Arlo rasped. Two long strides closed up the distance and he grabbed Jordy's other hand, giving it a hard tug. "Let go." He seethed to Jamal.

"I was here with Jordy before you walked out. So why don't you just head back inside and allow us a bit of privacy to finish our conversation? Sounds fair, right?" Jamal snorted.

Arlo's jaw clenched and he let out a grunted cuss, tugging at