“You shouldn’t provoke him. He’s having a hard enough time already.” “A hard time doing what?” I ask, remembering the searing bitterness in Pace’s eyes when he bowed to me. May she reign. “Letting me make my own decisions? Trying not to own me? Not lashing out when he doesn’t get his way?” Lex slides his gaze to mine. “Not coming in here and taking you back to his cell.”
