"He walked in when I was..." She shook her head, the shaking running through her whole body as she unwound her arms only to cling to Nancy with a vice grip. All she could see, all she could feel was Jem's eyes on her, the way his face morphed into this look of victory that made her blood run cold. He could move fast, for being such a big bloke. His hands were big too, and they gripped her arms tight.

She wonders if she'll bruise.

"He knows, Nance."