He stepped back. I could almost feel the fury and conviction pouring off me like fog off the ocean, spurred forward by an incoming tide, a surging swell that would rip trees out of the ground by their roots and shake buildings from their foundations. I was done with being kind, or forgiving, or trying to see the best in this cesspool of a situation. There was no silver lining unless it was that I would come out of this more powerful than I had ever known myself to be.
I didn’t care about anything. I was fearless. More than that, I was fearsome.
I had become the one to dread.
“That is the truth of our relationship, Meyer. We are enemies. Until the day I die.”
*
Something had changed in him while he was gone, but I couldn’t be bothered finding out what. He was different. Gentler. The orders came with less authority and more suggestion as if he really cared about my opinion. I knew better now.
Before I went to bed, I wrapped my hand tightly around the shard of porcelain from the plate I’d broken earlier in the week. The one Joshua had cleaned up without a word of complaint. It was sharp enough, I knew that. I’d tested it on myself; the angry red line running across my calf was proof.
I knew Meyer still wanted me. He’d told me time and time again. So I would offer myself to him.
And when he came for me, I’d take his life.