With a sharp shake of his head, he grabbed my arms, about to speak, but I cut him off: "Did you never think that I might go to another too?"
He released me with splayed fingers, as if tossing a live grenade. With a vile curse, he turned toward the door. On his way out, my fighter punched a hole in the wall.
Alone, still pissed, I'd gotten myself dressed, then picked at some food I'd found in the fridge. Afterward, I'd called Jess--who'd been hungover and out of it. So I'd made my way into the panic room to idly survey pedestrians for mindless hours
Or, more honestly, to wait for Sevastyan's return like a sap. What if he had gone to another woman? What if he was whipping her right now, dominating her with that compelling voice and magnificent body? My eyes watered. I could get past anyth
