XIII. Steam

I finally forced myself to look up at Hayden. His eyes still soft and understanding. I knew he had my best interest in mind. I knew there was nothing inside him that would enjoy watching Chase die, but I couldn't stop myself from being angry. I knew my anger was misplaced. I was angry because he brought up my past, in order to get his way. Despite whether he's only trying to protect me or not, I felt manipulated. I felt guilty for being so soft towards Chase. For forgetting that he was a murderer. That he kidnapped me. That he caused so much chaos in my life, which eventually resulted in my death.