“We didn’t agree! YOU TOLD ME WHAT TO DO! YOU ORDERED ME TO STAY HERE!” I scream at him, all fury and frustration meeting hysteria and hormones, and Arrick stops dead. He clenches a fist in mid-air like he wants to strangle me and takes a long, slow breath. I can tell he’s counting to ten, but I’m not willing to let this go.

“I swear…” He grits his teeth, and I pull back to come at him again.

“Go! I’ll see you in New York because once you’re gone, there is ...