But I refuse to be cowed. He’s going to hear me out.
Rafe looks at me, then, and I can see the guilt, rage, and self-disgust mingling in his face then.
“I was right,” I hiss. “The first time I met you, when I said I didn’t want my children near you. You’re a f*****g sociopath, Rafe. Thank god you’re not going to be a father. And thank god she’s not pregnant, so she won’t have to be tied to you for the rest of her life.”
He grits his teeth, then, and I can see that he’s holding himself back mightily. He starts to tremble even further with the effort, either to not flip out at me, hit me, or…even harm himself?
Honestly, I don’t know.
So I back off. My job here is done, anyway, it’s not worth inciting him to violence just to make my point further.
I take a step away from him. “I want
