“Jensen,” Connor called her name, attempting to get her to look at him, but she refused. "I need to talk to you,” still no response.
He growled under his breath ,aware of her trembling fingers. This was not the way to act. He was a psychologist, for Pete's sake, he knew how to get a person to open up to him, and being an overbearing asshole was not the way to deal with Jensen .He had to get through to her, however, and if he had to take drastic measures, so be it.
“Jensy,” he called her again.
“Don’t call me that,” she said firmly, finally looking him in the eyes. "Thank you for the food, thank you for giving me blood, but I want you to leave, now!” she huffed, her face glowing red with anger.
He reached for her hand, but she ripped it away, “Don’t touch me!” she screamed, “Go the f**k
