She twist my shirt in her fingers, her gaze latching onto mine, a promise in the depths of her stare that I’m not sure she can keep as she vows, “We’ll deal with it.”
“Or we drown in hell together. And the worst of this is that I can’t even be honorable anymore and walk away, and not just because I love you. Over and Over, I told myself to scare you away and get you the hell out of this world. Instead, I led you into it, and now you’re in too deep. I see it in your eyes and taste it in your kiss during your tormented moments. I’m the only damn thing keeping you from going too deep and yet I’m the one thing most likely to drag you there anyway.”
She shakes her head. “No, Chris—”
“Yes, baby. It’s true and we both know it. So you think long and hard about what you see here today and where you’re headed, then you run and run fast. But you must mean it when you do, because I’m going to come after you. That’s just the kind of bastard I can’t seem to help being.” I push off the wall and leave her there, walking into The Hive, a place I’ve never escaped. But there’s still time for Sara.