Yaroslava's POV
I stood there for a while, not moving, until Mac came in.
“I don't have any equipment with me, but I think it's worth at least a basic checkup,” he said quietly, but insistently.
“To hell with a checkup,” I replied, even colder than I intended, and walked out of the bedroom. “To hell with all of you. I'm sick of you! I'm not a f*****g incubator!” it looked like the hysteria was starting to take over. “I'm not going to let you touch me again! Any of you!” I ran down the stairs, running into Timothy. “And to hell with all of you! To hell with the whole Clan!”
Not wanting to stay
