Chapter 110. Rage

That part shocks me, especially the hostile way he rasps it at me like it’s a threat and not a love declaration. Jealousy well and truly piquing in a way he can’t control, and it ignites mine, along with the urge to snap ‘So much so that you marked Carmen, huh?’ back at him. It chokes me up, and I unlink him without responding, cutting him off before I lose my shit at him and compromise our run to safety. That inner rage ignites every time I think of the four days after leaving and that undeniable sign that he betrayed me. He betrayed us. It’s not something I can forget or ever forgive.

It has the desired effect of pulling my head out of my wallowing, lovesick ass. Instead of sentimental, weak longings, I now want to rip his head off for being a possessive shithead who thinks he still has a right to me, for swearing at me about this when he should be groveling.

“Ugh. He has a goddamn cheek, telling me HE is not mad at ME!!” I let rip, startling the poor doctor, and the f