Page 57 of Paper Coffins

“We all make choices, Talia. Some worse than others.” He turns his attention to his watch, smacks his knees, and stands. “Come on. It’s breakfast time, and you’re needed.”

“Needed where?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions. Either you walk or I carry you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

He cocks a brow and suddenly advances on me.

“I can fucking walk, you dick! Jesus. I’ve had your boss manhandle me. You can keep your filthy mitts off me.”

“Then start walking so we aren’t late.”

I roll my eyes again, my aching head regretting it, but I walk past him, leaving the balcony with my head high.

Whatever I’m about to follow Sebastian into won’t be as bad as what I have in store.