Then his attention shifts back to Hannah.
“You need to decide quickly.”
“No,” Clay says immediately.
I touch his arm lightly.
“Clay.”
His head turns sharply toward me.
Absolutely furious already.
Good.
Because honestly?
I’m furious too.
At all of them.
“You don’t get to make decisions for me.”
His jaw tightens hard enough to ache.
“Hannah—”
“No.” I step around him before he can stop me. “I’m done with everyone talking about me like I’m cargo.”
The loading dock goes very quiet.
Even the militia commander watches me now.
Good.
Let them.
I’m exhausted.
Covered in blood.
Being hunted by apparently multiple armed organizations.
I’ve earned the right to be angry.
I look directly at Gabriel.
“You knew they were targeting me?”
“Yes.”
“And you said nothing?”
“You were safer not knowing.”
“That’s not your choice to make.”
A flicker of something moves behind his eyes then.
