“I would never have slept with you that night if I’d known.”
She doesn’t answer. Maybe she won’t. Maybe she simply can’t. Instead, she tries shoving me again. It’s just as ineffective as the first time around. Like hitting a brick wall.
“Why aren’t you hitting back?” she asks suddenly.
Of course she would wonder. She’s spent her life with a f*****g coward. A coward whose only line of defense is to bully people weaker than him before his cowardice is exposed.
“I don’t fight unfair battles, Willow.”
“Fair?” she gapes at me. “Nothing about this situation is fair. That hasn’t stopped you so far.”
I shrug. “It’s all about perspective.”
“You’re infuriating.” Her words tremble with the heat of her frustration.
“So are you,” I say. “I’m offering you a way out, and you won’t take it.”
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