Leah wanted to vomit, scream, spit, hit anchors at him at the same time. If possible, she would have actually killed him with the amount of frustration and anger She felt because of him at the moment.
He wanted to keep her safe? He was not safe from her.
She balled her hands into fist to stop herself from doing anything. She was not supposed to do it. After all, in between the two of them, he was the only one who knew the way out. That was what she told herself as an answer.
Leah took in a few deep breaths, staring at his throat while resisting the urge to strangle him at the same time. No, she had to move away from him.
Leah huffed she was like she was spitting a kiss before moving into the direction of the house. She had him come after her, but did not look back or make it seem like she knew it. She entered the house, close to the door formally behind her, almost slamming it, and hoping that it hit his face.
it clearly did not.
