With that, he yanked Lena Carter by the hair and dragged her out of QY like a madman.
Watching them struggle away, I didn’t feel the satisfaction I thought I'd have. No sweet revenge. Just this empty, cold sense that life’s nothing but a bad script.
I dropped the scissors in my hand back into the pen holder and tried to clear my head. It was time to sit down with Xander and talk.
Our quick-witted assistant handed me a band-aid on cue. Meanwhile, Xander seemed like a totally different person from just now—no anger, no sharp edge. He smiled at me softly, like sunshine after a storm. "Want to hit the hospital?"
"It’s just a scratch," I waved him off.
He picked up the scissors and glanced at the blade. "Still, probably safer to get a tetanus shot."
Our assistant nodded like
