Drake rubbed a hand across his jaw roughly before looking back at me again.
“I know what happened messed with your head.” He said quieter.
“You don’t know what’s in my head.” I said.
“I know ytou haven’t slept properly since the warehouse.” he said.
“You haven’t either.” I said.
“That’s different.” He said.
“Right. Because you’re somehow built for this and I’m not.” I barked out a dry laugh.
“That’s not what I meant.” He said.
“It’s exactly what you meant.” I said.
Drake looked frustrated now but underneath it sat something heavier and more tired. That concern in his face somehow irritated me worse than anger would have.
“You started scanning exits every time you walk into a room. You keep weapons on you constantly and you barely react when people talk about killing som
