“I would be free without you.” I smile sadly. “I would be doing whatever the hell I want.” “Like fighting in cage matches and living in a crumbling building?” “Beats rotting in a cell,” I shoot back, my eyes on his. His fingers find my chin, wiping away the water dripping from my lips. “I won’t let that happen.” “Yeah,” I laugh humorlessly. “Make sure to kill me quickly, please. I’d rather just get it over with.”
