Chapter 57

A wave of anger flared through Chase, and he said through gritted teeth, “I don’t need to be fixed.”

“Of course,” Trevor said, but it sounded too automatic, and there was a long pause before he continued.

Chase stared at him, willing him to figure it out. To apologize.

Trevor wet his lips, eyes flickering side to side, studying Chase’s expression. “I’m sorry I tried to fix you.”

The ice in Chase’s veins shattered.

“Fuck you.” Chase spun on his heel and headed for the door. Behind him, he was vaguely aware of Trevor reaching out, stepping forward, and Chase glared over his shoulder, snapping, “Don’t touch me! Leave me alone!”

He slammed through the flimsy door and escaped out into the hallway. 16

Trevor stared at the door, wanting to follow, but his limbs were leaden weights.