But he never loved me.
Or at least I’d thought he hadn’t. He brought me here, and he must have had a pretty good idea of what that meant for him.
Oh, God—could he have loved me too?
It seems so cruel to realize this only after I’ve lost him.
Christine takes the seat Cole left behind. “You’re lucky.”
“I don’t feel lucky,” I snicker.
“You should be dead.”
“What are they going to do to Hunter?”
She crosses one long leg over the other and cocks her head to the side. “Let’s not think about that.”
“He’s all I can think about!” Tears stream down my cheeks.
“Then it sounds like you belong here,” she scoffs.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, really.”
“I want to leave.”
“You’re not the only one.”
My brow pinches together. “Are you being held here against your will?”
“Not exactly, but it’s not like I have many options. The world took those from us.”
I think back to my conversations with Hunter. “This is where Hunter worked, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
“Why does everyone hate him?”
“Not everyone hates him, but he’s done some things I’m sure you're aware of that can’t go ignored.”
“Are they going to kill him?”
“If I were you, I’d stop thinking about him and start worrying about yourself.”
Cold fury rushes through my veins. “Only a heartless bitch would say that!”
“Ironically, that’s what I’m known as around here. I wear the title as a badge of honor.”
“Leave me alone.”
“Not until we go over your care.”
“I don’t give a fuck about that.”
“Tell me then: how many fucks do you give about revenge?”
I look over at her, wondering what she’s getting at.
