Chapter 148

“Oh, dear. Are you quite sure he ma …?” “Yes, quite sure!” I snap, mimicking his English accent haughtily and cutting him off. He’s riling a very tender and open wound, and it’s doing nothing for my mood. Like I wouldn’t know that pain hitting me in the chest and almost killing me that day and what it was. Have still not recovered fully and carry that weight constantly like a heavy shroud to remind me I’ll love someone I can never have for eternity. “I see. So, if he has another, how do you know you can …?” he gestures at his temple, locking eyes on mine, making circular motions and implying a mind-link. I roll my eyes. I am exhaling to curb this sudden need to punch things and getting rattier by the second, tension rising, making me stiff and uptight. “I don’t; I have to hope,” I reply, gritting my teeth, my mood getting sensitive with the current topic of conversation. I know it’s a genuine concern, given that Colton is the key to us getting out of this and surviving. I’m just scared