If I Can't Make You Stay
"Rita, enough. Apologize."
Her eyes reddened instantly, tears sliding down her cheeks. "Quentin… you've changed. You weren't like this before."
His brows furrowed even tighter. What exactly had he been before?
When he didn't answer, Rita bit her lip, switching tactics. "Fine. I get it. If you all want me dead, then I'll die for you!"
She threw back the blanket, jumped off the bed, and ran toward the window.
Quentin's pupils contracted. He lunged forward and caught her in time.