He had not spoken to her in three days. Her heart hurt. The heart he’d made beat again hurt now. Because of him.She followed him up the stairs wondering where the urge to do so came from. If he did not want her surely she could handle that. Why chase after him when he’d made it so apparent he wanted nothing to do with her?“I had Juana make up your old room,” he said in a low voice as she entered the room she’d been sharing with him since she woke from her time in Joseph’s water pit.“Why?” she asked.His shoulders tensed and he stepped to the door. “Be gone when I get back.”“Why?”His navy blue gaze speared her and Bullet felt it then. Fear. What would she become if she lost him? She hated him because he was her weakness now.His eyes widened. “You would ask me that?”Her stance went loose and he raised a brow at her before he sneered.“I would know why you don’t want me anymore,” she spit out and then rubbed her chest. Over her heart where it hurt the worst.“You lied to me, Bullet.”She closed her eyes against the ugliness of his tone.
