BLAZE
“Tss.” I shake my head, pulling the last sack of food into our makeshift kitchen. “You’re such a princess these days, Ash.”
Ashton doesn’t even look at me. He just stands by the tent opening, staring out like some lost pup waiting for his owner to come back.
And I hate it.
Pissing him off used to be my favorite pastime. Easy, fun, f*****g hilarious. But these past few days? It’s like he’s not even here. Just standing around, staring into the dark, waiting for some invisible hand to save us.
We ran for miles after the rogues torched the safehouse, left everything we had behind. And I get it—we’re tired, we’re hungry, we’re f****d. But I’m still me. I don’t sit around waiting to die. I bite, I claw, I take.
But Ashton? He’s been different. And that pisses me off more than anythin
