“You haven’t seen fucking anger yet.” “Please,” I scoff. “That’s the only thing I’ve seen.” Jayden is silent. I shake my head. “Are you going to kill me?” “What?” Jayden leans into the glass. “Are you going to kill me?” I ask slowly. “Never,” he swears softly. I just shake my head. “You don’t believe me.” I laugh, but it’s not humorous. “You’d rather kill than feel. Of course I don’t believe you.”
