Nadia's POV
I already almost said too much. Bringing stuff about people tired of him would just make him more weary of me than he already was.
I hated that I had to do that but I wasn't just going to sit back and ruin what's left of my self worth, even though quite frankly, he did at the end of the day.
When I stormed out of the room, it was in blind rage. I obviously could not go anywhere. I stormed back in as suddenly as I stormed put and bounced back on the bed staying as far away from him as possible.
"You know, it really doesn't have to be like this?" Vance broke the silence.
"How then is it supposed to be?" I asked, looking everywhere else but his direction.
"Do we have to keep constantly reminding ourselves of how we got here? Isn't it best to just try and live
