There’s a compliment—or something like it, at least—buried in there, but I’m no longer naive and hopeful enough to take the bait. I cross my arms over my chest. “What are you going to do now?”
“I’m going to take you home.”
He doesn’t say anything at first. Instead, he walks to the shower curtain and holds it open for me. “He’ll find a hole to crawl into and he’ll stay there for a while, until he feels safe again. That’ll buy us some time. For now—we have to go.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
I shake my head. “No. I’m not putting my life and my future in your hands. I did that once and it turned out to be the biggest mistake I could’ve made.”
He lets the curtain fall again, raking a hand through his hair and exhaling hard through pursed lips. “I should never have let them get so c
