He turned to comfort Jessica, looking at her with sympathy, as if I was the one in the wrong. "Look at her—she’s terrified!"
In my past life, Logan and Scott had been the same. They’d protected Jessica without a second thought, even when she had become a pig. In this life, Jessica, as smug as ever, hid in Logan’s arms and shot me a provoking glare.
I was beyond pissed, and I didn’t care who saw it. I grabbed the ruined calligraphy and paintings from the floor and threw them before Logan and Scott.
Then, pointing at the disaster in the room, I shouted, "Which one of you saw me bullying her? She’s the one who destroyed my room and all my collections for no reason! Peeing everywhere! She must be in heat! I don’t think you need to find her a new owner. Just send her to mate. Maybe she’ll calm down a bit!"
I couldn’t care less if Logan and Scott believed me. They’d never send Jessica away to mate, anyway. But at least I could gross them out and finally vent my frustration!
As expected, the moment those words left my mouth, Jessica shuddered, fear evident in her piglet eyes.