ever occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, if you thought it through, there
might be a completely different angle on every part of this mess? That maybe
I’m telling the truth?” I taunt him. That’s how this feels–like nothing but a
nasty game. The push-pull of wanting him to treat me like a human being and
wanting to lash out and hurt him is infuriating, but it is better than sitting
here and taking his negativity like a passive little doormat.
rejected that. Completely.”
really bad at your job, Silas,” I say, letting all the bitterness and contempt
come through my voice.
wounded me, Jane.” Turns out he can do contempt, too. Better than I can.
Anyone whose job is to protect people can’t be such an absolutist. It makes you
weak. Gives other people an easy shot at you.”
people’? Do you mean people like you?”
people like the ones who attacked Lindsay.”
People like you.”
head slowly, the waves of panic flowing through me, giving in to them. Letting
them come because what choice do I have?
feel all of that panic, let the anxiety overwhelm you, nearly black out from
the incongruity of being shamed, driving toward an unknown destination where
you have no control–
stand up for yourself.
nothing left to lose, Silas. My mom is dead, my reputation’s beyond
salvageable, I don’t have a job or a place to live, and everywhere I go
someone’s trying to kill me. Even my online world is nothing but garbage and
threats from shitlords. So, as a simple thought exercise, can you try? You’re
protecting me. Someone assigned you to me. Give me the courtesy of doing your
job completely. If I’m stuck with you–and I know I am–I, at least, want you to
do your best.”
writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad
boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them.
her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the ocean
long before that. She lives in New England with her family.