Book 4: Does He Really Care?

Sydney's POV

After the bombshell I threw at him, I expected him to strangle me. But he simply shuttered his emotions and gave me a disgusted look instead. “Are you out of your mind? There’s a most wanted drug peddler in the vicinity, Jacques le Roux. Two SAPS Special Unit officers were here to warn us. You won’t step out off the site. Is that clear?” 

I shook my head in defiance. “Don’t act like you care.” 

He looked away, but I could sense his hatred for me in everything he did. It wasn’t new to me. At home, my family was no different. They hated me, too. 

“If I didn’t care, you wouldn’t have been here with me.” He rose and ordered dinner for us. 

I watched him move around the tent silently like a panther on the prowl, anger emanating from every pore of his body. He tried to hide it, but I could sense it clearly, even from a distance. 

I felt too drained to fight him. Maybe once I gained some strength, I