James must have immediately sensed my distress because he held up his hand as a sign of preventing me from trying to argue.
“James—”
“Mia, would you trust me?” He kept his voice calm and composed. “Everything is a part of the plan I have for us, alright?”
Gee, was that meant to make me feel better?
I genuinely felt like there was no use in trying to talk to him. The longer I stayed around him, the more I could feel the ache in my head growing. After the day I had, I felt myself ready to collapse.
I glared at James for a long moment of simmering silence before pushing past him without a single word.
“Such bullshit,” I muttered tightly under my breath.
“Mia...”
James called out for me, but I refused to stop moving. I had to get away from—I needed to put some sort of distance
