Bree's POV
“What? You can't be serious,” I said aloud even though I meant to say that in my mind until he had confirmed that he wasn't joking.
Surely, it had to be a joke, right? There was no way that he wanted this instead of my body.
“I'm serious. This is what I want,” he repeated, drawing a squint on my face.
He took two steps toward me and halted just in front of me, locking his eyes with mine. “I had no idea that you've been living like this the entire time,” he commented. “How do you people even survive in a place like this? The sight alone is horrible enough to make anyone throw up.”
But he had been there for almost an hour with no signs of throwing up. He was just a jerk and his arrogance infuriated me. Not that it was unexpected.
The place was indeed that bad. The entire su
