I am left alone for a couple hours which only serves to exponentially increase my anger. By the time Seth walks through the door I am ready for a fight—as usual it is I who is on the offensive and Seth who must prepare for a defensive battle. He is not prepared for me this time, blue eyes wide when I rise from the bed and stalk over towards him, index finger extended in front of me. Standing before him, I thrust my finger against his chest with such force that it hurts my first knuckle and I wonder briefly if I have broken it. I haven't, but the way Seth steps back to brace himself makes me feel like I should have.
"Whatever outcome you wanted, you have secured the opposite," I hiss, trembling with rage. "You know how I feel about her...don't you?"
"I do," Seth nods, pressing his back a
