Page 91 of Stolen Empire
The drugs are still in her system, making her restless.
She keeps tapping her fingers against her thigh, a rapid rhythm that grates on my nerves.
"Stop," I tell her, pinching the bridge of my nose.
I'm short tempered.
My plan isn't working out.
I'm not a man who loses control of things and this feels wildly out of my control.
"Stop what?" Her voice is sharp and hostile.
"Moving. Talking. Existing in that state."
She laughs bitterly as she narrows her eyes at me.
"You put me in this state. You and your brilliant fucking plan."
"I didn't make you take the drugs," I snap because I'm losing it.
Seeing her spinning out is tearing me up inside.
This just isn't right.
It wasn't supposed to go down like this and she's just a fucking asset.
I shouldn’t care anyway, but it's destroying me knowing I almost got her killed.
"No. Daniil did. With a gun."
She stands abruptly, swaying.
"But you sent me there. You sent me into that café knowing what they might do."
"I didn't know?—"
"You should have!" She's shouting now, her hands clenched into fists.
"You should've fucking known!"
Tears spring to her eyes, but she's so angry I don’t think she even realizes it.
I cross the room in two strides, gripping her shoulders.
She tries to pull away, but I hold her firm, forcing her to look at me.
"Tell me exactly what you took," I say.
"How much?"
"Why? So you can calculate how long 'til I'm useful again?"
"So I know you're not going to die in front of me."
Now I'm getting emotional, and usually, I keep it under wraps.
"Tell me now."
