Chapter 21

I've always hated how narcissistic Andrew was. He still thinks he has control over me, He looks down on me like I'm some sort of ball he can kick around. The grin he has plastered on his face says it all. The way he's downgrading me with his eyes enrages me.

I clenched my fists.

"What do you want ?" I asked.

He sat down where Micah previosly sat ,the flames seemed to have died down minutes ago.

Micah doesn't let his gaze leave Andrew.

"I want you my darling ,haven't you missed me, I miss you."

I felt more anger coursing through my body. I gave him a blank stare. If looks could kill he'd be dead by now.

"Andrew you have six secomds before I kill you." I spat.

Was I really going to kill him? If the need arises could I really kill him? I clenched my fists tigher. I'd have to eventually. He chose his side, we're enemies now.

Andrew quirked his eyebrows. Amusement clearly filled his face. Irritation prickled my skin.