Chapter 21
Her mouth is dry.
The boy holds her throat in his fingers, eyes bulging with rage.
“What do you want?” He spits.
She wants to thrash and curse and scream but something stops her. She knows the blackops will only come in to drag out her dead body.
But when he presses his thumb in her skin, choking her, she snaps.
“I didn’t want anything—they fucking left me here—with you!” She bellows. “This is your fault!”
Something shifts in the air.
The boy’s eyes darken a little.
“I do not want you.” He tells her in a growl.
She thrashes against his fingers, uncaring that he is in the prime position to kill her.
“Neither do I—your father did this to me—to you!” She screams, her hair loose and ratty against her neck, playing along his roughened fingers. “If you’re so angry—take it up with him. Make him understand that you donot want me.”