I stepped back, crossing my arms defensively over my chest as a sudden wave of vulnerability threatened to crack through. But beneath the anger, a sharp, irritating wave of confusion hit me. I hated him. I completely despised him. Yet, my mind traitorously flashed back to earlier, the way he had actively pulled me away from an incredibly volatile, furious Jace. He was the one who had brought me clean clothes when I needed them most. He was the one who had quietly arranged for food to be waiting for me.
The glaring contradiction made my head spin, and I absolutely hated the fact that he was making me feel conflicted.
“Why do that, then?” I demanded, pointing an accusing finger at his chest. “Why pretend to show me some form of help earlier? You got Jace off my back, you brought me clean c
