"Let me go Alexandre." I said, my voice deadly calm, my eyes were murderous and I knew it. Alexandre snarled, but let my chin go, looking away. He sighed, then ran a hand through his hair.
"Why do you keep putting yourself in danger? Do you have a death wish or something? Why can't you just be happy and live, for me, if nothing else?" He blew out a breath, his posture slumped slightly. The words hurt because somewhere deep inside me I think I recognized there was a spark of truth to what he was saying. Was I trying to die?
"I don't understand why you always have to treat me like a broken vase you've pieced back together. I won't break that easily. I survived on my own without you for over thirty years!" I snapped at him, shocking myself and him.
"Yes, and then you got yoursel
