“Such a damn fool. An i***t. A senseless i***t. A senseless i***t with PTSD.”
Calista rested her head against the door of her room. What was that back there? Why had she said any of those things? The look of hurt in Jaxon’s eyes still made her stomach twist with knots.
Did he think she was disgusted by what he did? She wasn't. She didn't care. He could go around with an AK47, shooting anybody he liked, and she wouldn't bat an eye.
She had fallen into fight-or-flight mode as soon as she heard he had killed a Russian. And so she fought, but with her tongue. She needed to apologize. That was wrong. He didn't deserve to receive that blow just because Calista was f****d.
She relaxed a breath as she turned, sliding down the door and resting her back against it. She stared down at the rug a
