“Why are you doing this, Jaxson?” I finally whisper, the fight draining out of me, replaced by a weary sort of despair. “If you hate me so much, why not just leave me alone? Why drag me into... whatever this is?”
He glances at me, just a quick flick of his eyes, but it’s enough for me to see the storm brewing in their depths. It’s not the cold, dismissive anger I’m used to. This is something else, something wilder and more unsettling. “It’s not that simple,” he mutters, his voice rough.
“Not that simple?” I echo, a hysterical laugh bubbling in my throat. “You kidnap me, you’re taking me to God knows where after a cryptic phone call, and it’s not that simple?”
He slams his hand on the steering wheel, not a violent hit, but one of pure, unadulterated frustration. “Just... stop, okay? Stop
