Her hair is bouncy and fragrant, and her face has been wiped clean of the sweat, dust, and chaos of the streets.
As pissed as I am right now, I’m also incredibly relieved that she seems to be in one piece.
Unfortunately, I don’t think the feeling is mutual.
“Esme,” I say with frustration, “we can’t stay in the city.”
“There is no ‘we’ anymore, Artem,” she snaps. Her eyes burn softly with hurt. “I want you to leave.”
I grit my teeth. “I’m not going anywhere without you.”
“Too f*****g bad! Because I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“f**k!” I roar, resisting the urge to put my fist through the nearest wall. “Would you mind telling me why the f**k you’re acting like a madwoman right now? I’m the same man that took you to the safehouse after the funeral. So what the f**k changed?”
I see
