The door behind me creaks, and I shoot a glare at the figure in the mirror, leaning against the door frame, watching me.
"I quit," I mutter, wiping the corner of my mouth.
"I didn't peg you to be a coward."
I whirl, clutching the counter behind me. "Coward? If he'd aimed to kill, I'd be dead!"
"But you didn't die." Composed. Aloof. His expression is blank, and his aura gives off nothing. It infuriates me. I push back from the counter, closing the gap between us.
"My life may mean nothing to you, but it's everything to me. I won't throw it away for a worthless piece of shit like you," I hiss.
He laughs, a dark and chilling sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Bullets may have their power, but so do I. There are things in this world you can't even begin to comprehend. My life may not follow your rules, but it sure as hell matters to me. And as for being worthless? Sweetheart, I've survived more than you can fathom, and I've carved my own path through the darkness. Should it not bod
