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I guess he’s confident I’ anywhere, because he releases me His mistake He turns partially to shut the door, and when he faces ain, I’m ready for him I unleash

My hand lashes out and smacks hi from his lips

You would think I’d be accustomed to violence by now Especially violence committed byto be sick My throat constricts, keeping the bile down My eyes burn

I pressthere rivals the disco my chest

"What the hell was that for?" he de me I’m not the cool, calculated carrier When I hurt so in me hurts, too Especially when I hurt him

His eyes blaze down at ainst the shiver threatening to roll through , I suppose, for a carrier to have red eyes It’s a healthy reminder of what he isthat he snapped back there when he got into it with Marcus That I’erous person

"How dare ers his cheek where et for saving your life? What count is this, Davy? I’ve lost track"

I flinch but refuse to let hi hi him a piece of me, and I have to keep myself intact

"I could have handled Marcus You didn’t need to rush in And you really didn’t need to haulwith you You don’t own me I’m not your property!"

"I didn’t say--"

"You ?"

"That’s the only thing they understand" He waves an arm wide "I did it to protect youjust like you protected " He cocks an eyebrow, taunting e of heart?"

"I’oing to turn everyone against you"

That wipes the smile from his face "What did you just tell me? You can handle yourself? Well, ditto, baby"