That was it. No protest. No anger. No demand. Just... okay.
I blinked, taken aback. He wasn't going to stop me?
He wasn't going to say anything?
I wanted him to.
God, I wanted him to stop me, to tell me to stay even when I didn't want to hear it. Or maybe I did. Maybe that was the problem and when I didn't move, when my feet refused to take a single step toward the door, his voice cut through the silence.
"See?" Ceasar murmured, tilting his head slightly like he was trying to prove a point. "You're still here."he added, proving the point.
And damn it, he was right.
I screamed at myself inwardly, 'What the hell are you doing Jane!?' He had literally pulled a trigger against your chest, and yet you're still standing here.
Still wanting him.
I wanted him gone, far away. But every tim
