Chase leaves abruptly, leaving me gaping at the bathroom door that automatically swings shut behind him, wondering why those words hurt.
I like Aiden. I like being bound. I'm intrigued by the Shades. Even if they make me nervous. It shouldn't bug me if Chase thinks I should be one of them.
But he told me they're dangerous. They hurt people. He thinks that's a good fit for me?
Jaw tense, I put the first aid kit back in the cupboard, lock it, and shove the door of the bathroom as hard as I can on the way out. The hydraulics stop it from slamming the way I intended so Chase, turning back into the room where we had group, doesn't get to hear what I think of him.
Shaking my head, I stalk into the room.
Danny's gone, Ember's in the corner surrounded by four adults, and Trista's nearby talking to a couple cops.
