"Just go with it, can't you?" he snaps. "It's for your own good, I swear."
"So that what happened to Lucy doesn't happen to me?" I'm wide awake now, and I want answers. I want him to say he loves and misses me, and is worried about me. But I also want to know why.
"Yes," he says like it’s not the most terrifying thing I’ve ever heard. "So don't run away from the guards again."
"Who are you protecting me from? If you know something about Lucy's death you have to go to the police, Mark. It's the right thing to do." I'm rambling now, all my fears and doubts about him rising to the surface again. They faded as soon as I entered the hotel room last night, smelled him all around me, and remembered the nights I fell asleep in his arms, safe and happy. But I still hardly got any sleep.
"I’ll h
