Chapter 53
"What happened?" Archer demanded from the bed. "I heard breaking glass."
Grady slapped his hand against the door next to my head, his seething breaths rushing past my cheek. "When I tell you to run, you run. Don't come breaking down the door and inviting more of Faust's men in."
"He was drowning you," I hissed.
"What?" Archer said. "Someone was drowning you?"
"I solved that problem, didn't I? Me." Grady gritted out. "I don't need you."
He pushed off the door, leaving me bared and vulnerable to Sasha's eyes while his words penetrated deep. I don't need you. Did anyone? Through Sasha, the falling expression on my face answered that plainly enough. Even Archer, who glowered after Grady with a murderous look, would be fine without me. He could have anyone, someone a lot more useful than a pet blind girl.
So useless and broken...