Eva's POV
My head shakes in exasperation before I can stop it.
How can he not give a s**t about any of that?
About our parents? About the sheer mess we've just made of everything?
He can't be serious. This has to be some kind of bluff, a last-ditch attempt to keep me here, to keep this moment from ending when it doesn't even make sense. None of it does.
He's still staring, those blue eyes of his fixed on me, unblinking.
It's the same look he gave me moments ago, before I stupidly gave in.
I watch him, and he watches me, and in that silent stare-down, I realize this is my chance. My only chance.
I don't think about it. I don't give myself a moment to hesitate.
I untangle myself from his grip, which is a lot easier now that he's not holding me with all his might,
