Bernice
I thought there would be more of an argument, but Landry just got really quiet. He’s processing my request to return home. With the assassin still out there, I know that’s not something he wanted to do. But with the look on my face, he knew how serious I am.
“It’s dangerous,” he says, staring around my face. “That assassin could find you…”
“I’ll be safer anywhere else other than here,” I say to him, narrowing my eyes. I know I’m acting terribly toward him, but I can’t help it. I’m just so furious and hurt by his actions. I’m hurt that he hid this from his fighters. I’m hurt that he hid this from me.
It was a feeling I wasn’t used to; I was used to those around me disappointing me, but I wasn’t used to Landry disappointing me. This feels oddly different. It feels unsettling
