Lana's POV
I felt a little guilty about storming out and slamming the door in Mark's face. I knew it was pretty harsh to accuse him of being fine with me dying as long as it didn't feel like his fault.
And yet, it was kinda true, wasn't it? I hadn't even realised that was how I really felt until the words were out of my mouth. It was too late to take them back, anyway.
Our relationship felt a little strained since then. I thought we had been starting to understand each other, to really appreciate each others company, and to lean into the sparks and chemistry between us - but now there was an awkward distance that was felt rather than seen. In the last few weeks we had started to spend more nights than not together, but now we were back to sleeping in separate rooms.
I was angry that h
