“You have options.” He said and I smiled slightly.
“Here is it.” I reply.
“You can walk away from this.” He said.
“I can walk away from you.” I reply skeptically.
“You can walk away from him.” He corrects.
I laugh then and the sound cuts through the room sharp and clear. It lands harder than any reaction he had managed to pull from me so far.
“You really think this is an options?” I asked.
“It is.” He replied.
“It’s predictable.” I said.
He steps stop behind me and the silence tightens again. I can feel the shift in him even without seeing it.
“You think you know how this works?” He asked.
“I know how you work.” I said.
“And how is that?” He asked.
“You apply pressure and you offer escape and you wait for the moment someone chooses the easier path. And then you call
