"And what of their lives? They are innocent people? You are keeping me out because you don't want me to be killed. The same applies to them. They are just here to earn and wage and go on with their lives. I can't play with their safety," I ground out. I was not going to let him win in that argument.
"I don't care about their lives," he growled. "I only give a damn about what happens to you."
"You're a bloody hypocrite. What happened to acting professionally? I am being professional. You are being a selfish asshole by putting them in danger." He looked stricken as the words sunk in. "I know how you feel," I took a step towards him. He fisted his hair as he saw me approach. Warily, he let me take his hand. "You care about me. You want me safe. I understand," my voice was a balm to sores and aches. "But you have to let me fight my own battles. I have a lot to prove. I am not fragile. We both know that. Let me take care of myself. Let me take care of you... enjoy..."
