"Chloe, stop." Trent grabbed me from behind and lifted me off my feet. "Where are you going?"
"Put me down," I said.
Trent set me down.
"I'm going home," I said and proceeded to walk away from him.
Behind me, he muttered something I couldn't understand, and honestly, right now, I didn't care what he had to say. He'd already voiced his true thoughts and feelings, and I didn't need to hear anymore.
"I'm not letting you walk home," he said, falling into step beside me.
"Fine. Then you can drive me home." I turned and marched back to his truck.
I climbed in, slammed the door, and stared out the window, refusing to look at him as he slid into his seat and backed out of the driveway.
I still couldn't believe he thought I wanted to stay bonded to Jax, or that I'd been lying about wanting to change. Or that he was crazy enough to risk his life. He'd never be okay with me doing something like this, so why would he assume I'd be okay with him doing it?