7 parts Ongoing Mature"I'm not asking again. Get in the car."
I cross my arms, standing my ground. "No."
Nikolai steps closer, boxing me in between him and the car. His hands press against the door, too close. Way too close. Of course, he's doing this.
"You're testing me. Stop."
I lift my chin. "And if I don't?"
His jaw tightens, the muscle in his cheek flexing. "Then I'll stop asking."
That should scare me. It doesn't. My heart's hammering in this infuriating, reckless way that makes me hate him more. I fight the urge to shove him-not because I think he'd budge, but because he'd probably enjoy it.
"Guess you'll have to deal with that then."
His eyes darken. "Get. In. The car."
Every part of me wants to scream at him, to tell him to fuck off. But I don't. I can't
"You don't get to do this," I whisper, barely trusting my voice. "You don't get to act like nothing's changed."
His fingers flex against the car door, like he's holding on to the last thread of control. "Cassie..."
I turn my head, refusing to meet his gaze. "You don't get to drag me back in."
His hand moves to my cheek, gentle when it shouldn't be. The worst part? It makes me want to cry.
I swallow, my throat tight. "Don't."
I slip past him, sliding into the car, and it feels like I'm leaving pieces of myself scattered on the pavement. He gets in beside me, and the silence between us is a ticking bomb.
"We're not done."
I stare ahead, my voice hollow. "I know."
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