#Chapter245
I know when he is being an evasive tosser. This is one of those times. I don’t know if I have the mental capacity for more though.
Oh god, but I won’t rest until he tells me. I hate my brain.
/"What happened last night?/" I follow him, not satisfied with vague when I need details and intel, now he has set off my bullshit detector. I need to know who was hurt and why it happened. I need to know if Alexi is in danger if he leaves this building again, the chances of a repeat. I need to know what happened.
Like it or not, I care about this wanker and I don’t want anything to happen to him. Even if my head might actually explode at anything more it has to absorb.
My stomach is swirling at the thought of a repeat of that agony and it makes my insides tighten with anxiety.
