TIARA THORNELLS
"I'm not that overly sensitive to the point where I wouldn't help you," he said, his tone calm but edged with warning. "All I'm saying is... I have a short fuse when it comes to things I don't like. So I’m asking for your cooperation. At the very least, try to be kind to me."
I let out a sharp breath, the sound filled with tension. “I’ll try,” I muttered. “But let me suggest this... you’d better learn to stretch your patience with me. And you better make sure you really bring me back here when all this is over. What I’m doing right now is very dangerous. I don’t even know what’s waiting for me out there.”
"So, let me get this straight," he said slowly, almost incredulously. "You're coming with me… even though you don’t trust me?"
“Isn’t it obvious?” I shot back without
