Chapter 112: Chase
"Except I am not yours," she countered, and the room fell into silence. For a moment, she wondered if she had been too harsh, but Quinn had been doing as he pleased since he resurfaced in her life, acting as though they were still married. She should have put an end to it sooner instead of allowing things to get personal before stopping him.
"I have something to attend to. Don’t leave the tent until we are ready to move," he said suddenly, his tone unusually serious, making her pause.
"Did something happen?" She asked, turning to face him now that his grip on her had loosened, curiosity flickering in her gaze.
"You should be more concerned about your cleavage, I would kill any man for staring at it," he replied, his eyes dropping to her exposed chest.
Startled, she let out a small gasp and quickly clutched the fabric of her shirt, holding it in place. It was all thanks to him barging in without knocking.
"I..." She started to speak but stopped mid-sentence when she realized he was already gone. What a way to leave. He sure knew how to appear and disappear at will, she had to give him credit for that.
Still, a nagging feeling told her something was wrong. Quinn never backed down unless he had the upper hand, an aspect of him she had secretly envied. Unlike Mia, she had been raised mentally weak, never once standing up for herself. Even when her father had nearly defiled her, all she could do was plead, too afraid of angering him and putting her mother in danger. If not for her mother saving her that night, she would have been scarred for life.
But this time, she would not let anyone dictate her path. She had not spent a year healing just to fall back into the habit of pleasing people who were no longer worth it...including Quinn. It was time to make a choice: live or love.
Hezekiah was her best option now, especially after coming this far. Choosing the wrong man after marching into war would be foolish. It was either Quinn or Hezekiah, and she already knew what the right decision was.