CHAPTER 43 Anger

  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.