Chapter 27

Given what happened with Gino, Alexi is sensitive to head injuries, which isn’t really about me. I guess he happens to get panicky over people dying from brain trauma.

“I’m fine. I need you to leave,” I call out softly. I don’t think I have the energy anymore even to get up.

“I told you. I’m not going anywhere without you. I’m not leaving you here.” He sounds determined, and I get agitated again—our roundabout of emotions and never-ending moods.

“Jesus Christ, Alexi!” Despite the effort it takes, I get up, yank the chair away from the door, and pull it open with force to be faced with him leaning both hands against the frame, so I walk right into his space as he stands, bracing himself. It’s a bit like getting slapped in the face being suddenly assaulted by him in such an up-front manner. I practically bang my nose on his chest, but I don’t show that it rattles me.

“Why?” I implore, exhausted with him already, and it’s been less than an hour in his company. I