Sydney's POV
After the bombshell I threw at him, I expected him to strangle me. But he simply shuttered his emotions and gave me a disgusted look instead. “Are you out of your mind? There’s a most wanted drug peddler in the vicinity, Jacques le Roux. Two SAPS Special Unit officers were here to warn us. You won’t step out off the site. Is that clear?”
I shook my head in defiance. “Don’t act like you care.”
He looked away, but I could sense his hatred for me in everything he did. It wasn’t new to me. At home, my family was no different. They hated me, too.
“If I didn’t care, you wouldn’t have been here with me.” He rose and ordered dinner for us.
I watched him move around the tent silently like a panther on the prowl, anger emanating from every pore of his body. He tried to hide it,
