Christopher's POV
I stood in the kitchen after I left the bedroom, my hands gripping the edge of the counter.
Not ready.
My safety isn't guaranteed yet.
I need more time.
It was driving me damn crazy.
Time was what I didn't f*****g have.
My mother didn't have time.
I slammed my fist against the granite, the sharp pain barely registering through the fury building in my chest.
How dare she?
After everything I'd done. Everything I'd promised. Everything I'd given up.
I'd married her. Bonded with her. Welcomed her into my home.
And she was wasting so much time.
I grabbed my car keys from the counter and headed for the door, not bothering to tell her I was leaving. I don't exactly care how she was gonna feel about that. It's not like I was going to keep her.
To my mother.
The d
