Life & Limb, PASS, Book Two
“Go home, Willa.”
“He’s my responsibility,” she says stubbornly.
“Go home,” I repeat. “He’s my brother. I’ve got this.”
She folds her arms over her chest with a stubborn lift of her chin.
“Please,” I force from my lips. “I’ll call you later. I promise.”
I fucking know how Brad is, and until I have a chance to see for myself he’s not curled in a ball drooling on himself, or head-butting anyone who gets too close to him because his demons won this round, I don’t want to expose him any more than necessary. His nightmares are his own to share. He’d do the same for me.
“I’ll give you my—”
“Saved your number when you called, darlin’,” I cut in.
“Is it too much to ask to let me finish one fucking sentence?” she spits, before she turns on her heel and rushes down the stairs, mumbling, “Fucking men.”
