"Every time we're together since I figured out the truth about you, you try to hurt me. Break my bones, kill my boyfriend, obliterate my father off the face of the earth…"
Xanthe didn't appear to hear that last part. "I know we can move past this. I'm here to make amends. I've been tracking you since that buffoon ripped open a back door to this world and got himself stuck."
"You seriously don't want me to feel sorry for you, do you? You have to be kidding me."
"I'm not asking for your sympathy, child, jeez. I want a chance to tell you my side of the story and give you a chance to decide for yourself." Her head whipped up at a sound only she could hear, eyes narrowing and going flat. Yes, just like a shark, sensing the presence of another predator in the area. She still didn't know enough to be afraid of me. She still underestimated what I could do.
Let her, I told myself. Let her think me weak and willing to listen to her. It stacked the cards a little more in my favor and I'd take whatever help I could get.
"Come." She gestured for me to follow her and, waving her fingers, opened up a quiet pocket of space for us. "This will give us time."
Time for me to figure out my next move, maybe.
"I don't trust you as far as I can throw you," I warned. And pointed my finger straight in her face. "One false move and I break you."
"I think that's fair."
I followed her into the unknown and watched as she closed the proverbial door behind us. Closing us in together.