The curiosity is gnawing at me. No, scratch that—it’s the insecurity that’s gnawing at me. Maybe that’s why I’m not willing to let him out of this basement until I get some answers.
“Your girlfriend doesn’t know about the prisoner you’re hiding down here, huh? Probably ruins the whole romantic vibe you’re trying to concoct.”
He narrows his eyes. “You’re looking for a fight, Alyssa, but I’m not biting.”
I grit my teeth. He’s right; I am looking for a fight. I’m looking for a reason to believe he still cares about me. Just one tiny hint. It’s pathetic but I can’t turn off my feelings and right now, they’re shouting a hell of a lot louder than my sense of reason.
“Just go. I’m done looking at your face.”
Uri’s eyes blaze and his eyebrows arrow downward. “That’s not how this works. I tell
