Leah

When you're angry, when you touch me, when you try to play the victim like you are right now, I feel it. Every emotion is bleeding through the way you say my name.

"There are many things you hate about me," he said, a small smile ghosting his lips, "That isn't one of them."

You're wrong, Aiden. I hate every fucking thing about you.

"Do you think I wouldn't shoot you? Is that why you kicked the gun toward me?"

"If you wanted to kill me, you would've used the knife you hid under your ...