Knox's voice stayed inside my head long after the call ended, because the hurt beneath his anger had been impossible to miss and I knew I had earned some of that anger even though I still hated the way he had made me feel like I couldn't make decisions without someone watching over me.
Saint leaned against the bunker wall while I paced across the room.
"He'll come here." I said and Saint nodded.
"I know." Saint said.
"You sound calm." I said.
"I've had worse mornings." He said and I stopped and looked at him.
"Knox isn't going to shoot you." I said and Saint raised an eyebrow.
"You sound very confident." He said.
"He loves me." I said.
"That hasn't stopped him from doing stupid things before." He said.
I almost smiled, but the weight in my chest killed it before it could fully fo
