Chapter 65

"Jareth, can you please just let go? Say whatever you want, I'll listen, okay?" Celestia's voice was soft, almost pleading. She had given in, thinking maybe stepping back a bit could put out the fire between them. But Jareth's face turned even darker-he clenched his jaw, and instead of loosening his grip, he tightened it. The veins on the back of her hand stood out from how hard he was holding her, until she finally couldn't hold back a small gasp of pain. She'd rather beg him than have Dexter pull her away-how close had they gotten already?! Jealousy and frustration surged in Jareth like a tidal wave. His eyes narrowed dangerously, fingers digging deeper into her pale skin, practically grinding her bones under his nails. "Ah-" Celestia's soft cry snapped Dexter's eyes downward. That's when he noticed the angry red marks circling her wrist, the crescent indentations his nails had left behind screaming of how rough he'd been. For a second, Dexter couldn't believe Jareth went that far. H