“She’s your fiancée. You should be with her right now, not me.”
His lips flatten into a thin line. He nods without argument, grabs his bloodyshirt, and leaves. I stand there, caught helplessly in the middle of their life,and try not to panic.
It doesn’t help this time, though.
The world outside my rooms feels dangerous now.
It’s not just the guns and the bullet wounds and the towels drying withcrusted blood that I’m talking about, either.
Even more threatening is the minefield that is Dmitri, Bee, and myself.
I’ve managed to lock myself in a one-way love triangle and I need to get thehell out of it before the baby is born. Preferably before their wedding day.
It’s weird how Bee just got on with life the day after the shooting. I’dwalked into the living roo
