He is unmoved. “After what happened today, you really think I’m letting you sleep out here alone?”
“The living room isn’t exactly a war zone, Bastian! The house is secure. I don’t need a bodyguard while I’m unconscious and drooling.”
“You didn’t think you needed one at the clinic, either. Maybe you don’t know everything after all.”
My jaw tightens with hurt. “That’s a low blow and you know it.”
He hems in closer, near enough that I can smell the wintergreen on his breath and the faint bloody undertone that no amount of hand-washing has fully erased. “You almost died today, Eliana. You and our baby.”
“I was trying to establish boundaries,” I snap back. “Something you clearly have no concept of.”
“Boundaries don’t mean s**t when you’re dead.”
“And control doesn’t mean s**t when the pe
