Chapter 22 - Kiema

I was afraid to look up at him. He'd never let me look inside him now. Never let me touch him again. Damn it. It was my body, my choice. I should get to make the decision on how I lived and died.

My resolve hardened. He could take it or leave it, but I was the one in control of my own life. For the first time. Forever. No one else would get to make those decisions for me. Not ever again.

I looked up, determination blazing in my eyes.

He looked like he wanted to kiss me, vomit, and scream at me. All at once.

A giggle escaped me. I slapped a hand over my mouth, eyes wide.

His dark blond eyebrows dropped low over his eyes. "What the fuck did you just say?"

I repeated it. This time, I said it with strength.

I was the master of my own life. I'd heal as many fucking people as I want, and everyone else can just suck it.

"I'm going to FUCKING kill your parents!" He rocketed to his feet, bed sheets waving in the wind. He stomped around the open space like a lion prowls a zo