And the worst part is that he wasn't even remorseful.
Then something unreadable crossed his face.
He exhaled slowly and finally looked directly into my eyes.
"It's good," he said firmly. "You should hate me."
I furrowed my brows at him.
He continued. "Hate me all you want." His voice was rough. "The only way you'll survive…" He paused before he clenched his jaw. "...is through your hatred for me."
My breath caught in my throat.
I stared at him in bewilderment. "What?"
I stayed rooted in place because my legs refused to move even as Dawson approached me with his slow menacing strides.
He stopped directly in front of me and my pulse immediately accelerated because of his proximity.
Then without warning, he grabbed my wrist firmly and in one swift movement, he pulled me toward
