Hayden POV
With my hands on my hips, I exhale and inhale deeply, fighting my frustration as I watch Reeva storm off. Thanks to my own family drama, I understand her reaction. Greta calls me a cognitive empath. Someone with the ability to understand another person’s reasoning behind their behaviour. I do not know if Greta is right about that, but I understand Reeva’s reasoning. I think everyone would want revenge if they had to endure what she had.
I take a couple of deep breaths, shaking my head in disbelief. She is reckless with her health, and then she accuses me of giving her orders. What is that all about?
With long strides, I follow Reeva into the cave.
The flickering remnants of last night’s fire cast thin shadows along the rock walls, where our bags are propped, half-packed. Ree
