“Damn it, Claire!” Ryan straightened away from the desk but didn’t move closer to her. “Why won’t you let us help you? This running obviously isn’t working out so well for you. You can’t live your life like this. One of these days you’re going to slip and they will catch you, then what?”
Somehow the angrier he got, the calmer she became. “Then I make sure they have to kill me or die themselves. They won’t get me back there.”
He threw his hands up in the air. “So, you’re basically on an extended suicide run. That’s a great plan. Why bother living a life now if you’re just going to be handing it over anyway? Excellent point.”
Okay, not-so-calm now. She was annoyed to feel her throat closing in and that prickling sensation at the back of her eyes. “What the hell do you want me to do, Ryan?
