With the tips of our noses being so close, the need to seal that space and hit his forehead with mine felt incredibly strong. I wanted to make insufferable, cocky Ian go through pain. Like you said, everything that happens in my house is my business. I told him with narrowed eyes. That includes stupid conversations you might have. And no, I'm not leaving this house with you. I'm calling a cab.
You're not going alone to see that crazy man.
Who said I'm going to see him?
It's written all over your face, Dafne. I won't let you. He released my wrist and ran a hand through his tousled brown hair. If I don't come with you, then
Then what?
I'll tell your grandma what you're planning on doing.
And what is that exactly?
He took a deep breath and sighed loudly, as if all the tension of the world had been in that lungful of air. You're planning on threatening a crazy man that wrote crap about people falling into coma, blaming you for their situation.