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“How did you know?” I ask, looking at him guiltily.
“Because I would do the same for you,” he replies, grabbing my upper arms firmly.
However, I shrug out of his hold and take a step back, shocked by his confession.
“So how could you stand in my way?” I ask, trying to understand his reasoning.
“Because I won’t let you throw your life away.”
“But you will yours?”
“My fate is already decided for me,” he replies, turning to look out the window.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Quinn shakes his head stubbornly, turning to face me. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Like hell it doesn’t!” I yell, storming over to him and squaring off with him.
“You know all my secrets,” I say, hands out wide.
“My secrets are the ones better left buried,” he answers, and I can see a hint of regret in his eyes.
“And mine aren’t?”
“That’s different. You never had a choice, whereas I did.”
He is so goddamn stubborn. I open my mouth, ready to argue, but he clamps a hand over my lips.
“You will not run. So help me God, if you try to run, I will tie you to that bed and gag you. We clear?” His eyes search mine, making sure I understand.
The hard set of his strong jawline and his fierce exhalations indicate just how serious he is.
Well,fuckhim.
I bite his fingers, and he pulls them away, hissing.
“We’re clear,” I reply, walking into the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind me.
Fisting my hair in frustration, I pace the tiny room. Plan A didn’t work.But lucky for me, I have a plan B.
Iwake, thankfully not gagged or tied to the bed.
Quinn has every right to be mad at me. But I don’t regret my decision. I’m just disappointed I got caught.
I stretch and yawn, still exhausted, but I doubt a week of sleep would be enough rest.
I’m alone in bed, and as I peek out the window, I see it’s still dark out. I wonder what time it is and where Quinn is.Panic seizes me, thinking he may have left, but as I sit up quickly, I see him hunched over the table, studying a map.
“Mornin’,” he says sleepily, not making eye contact but sensing I’m awake.
“Hey,” I reply hoarsely, brushing the hair off my face.
As Quinn raises a paper coffee cup above his head, his eyes still glued to the map in front of him, I quickly slip out of bed and throw on a sweater because it’s freezing. I graciously accept the coffee and take a seat near him at the tiny table.I cringe as I sip the bitter black coffee, but it’s better than nothing.
“Whatcha doing?” I ask, looking at the road map spread out in front of us.
Quinn finally meets my eyes, tapping a pen on the table, deep in thought. “Trying to figure out where to go next.”
