"No." He holds up a hand and turns it into a fist. “You’re wrong, Brina. I should be rushing. And so should you. The longer either of us stay here, the worse things will get. I know what people who are backed into a corner are capable of, and trust me when I tell you that whoever's coming after you...or Drew… they're probably capable of murder. Of vengeance. Of extreme violence. I don't want that for you. I don't want that." He inhales. “I've got a life back in London waiting for me. And you have one starting across the country. We can’t keep playing ‘house’ like this any longer. We can’t. We shouldn’t. It doesn't work that way."
I blink at him, my breath heavy and labored.
I could stand up and leave.
Actually, I want to.
I want to grab my bags and be gone, like he suggested.
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