Chapter 12

Roman

I was mad at Rue. She had almost gotten me killed and instead of being reproachful or candidly reprimanded, she was acting like it was no big deal. She had reverted into her delusional and obnoxious self and started acting like she could have taken on the rogue. Like she didn’t need help, especially from Vincent Stevens. That idea was abhorrent to her. She was obsessed with replaying the scene repeatedly, trying to twist or invent a way that resulted in her being victorious over the rogue without having to be saved.

It didn’t help that the upcoming full moon was making her even more agitated and neurotic, flavouring her obsession bitterly on my tongue. I tried not to gag on the bitter saliva and I frowned at her for what felt like the millionth time she ran through her scenarios. She didn’t even notice my mood or seem to care that I was mad at her. Rue was angry and rabid, and fixated on something that was unobtainable. She was never going to listen, and unfortunately I could n