I grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him forward hard enough that the cuffs pulled tight.
“You don’t know her anymore.”
“I know enough,” he snapped back. “She’s soft.”
My fist hit his mouth before he finished speaking.
The room went quiet for a second afterward except for his breathing. Blood ran across my hand now and dripped onto the floor beneath us. He stared at it briefly before looking back at me.
“You’re crazy,” he muttered.
“No,” I said calmly. “I’m patient.”
He swallowed hard after that.
Good.
I leaned closer afterward until he had no choice except look directly at me.
“Tyler is dead.”
His face changed immediately.
For once he didn’t have another quick answer ready.
I watched the realization hit him slowly while he tried figuring out whether I was lying. Fear started
