Page 55 of Misted

After what happened just now, the least he can do is kiss me. He doesn’t have to say anything. A kiss is enough.

“You’re not leaving.” His voice is stone cold. “I have a tracker on you so I can find you anywhere you go.”

Just like that, he turns around and strides out of the house. Without a glance. Without a kiss. Without… nothing.

He just treated me like a whore and left.

That’s all that I’ve become to him.

I sit down on the floor and hide my head between my hands about to start a pity-party like a pathetic fool.

Only I’m not.

I wipe my face and spring to my feet.

He thinks he can keep me? He has another thing coming.