He wouldn’t look at me when he freed our friends and I waited silently for him to speak up again. I might have cornered him by making the deal with Dale, but I wanted this—needed this.
And now I had to face the consequences of my actions, face his anger. Take it all and speak up myself.
I told Conner he had to make himself heard, but I had to do the same. Isaac wasn’t to blame for that. I was. I chickened out on numerous occasions.
And no, I couldn’t blame the spell that weird ass pack put me under. I could have tried harder.
I should have brought him with me inside to Dr. Shaffer, but no instead I choose to keep it from him.
And why?
Why would I?
There was no explanation for my actions, other than I was a fucking idiot.
“Isaac—”
“How could you do this?!” he snapped. His control was slipping, the icy layer covered his skin and he stalked closer.