“Why, whatever do you mean?” sneered Trev sarcastically.
“I mean, I can’t understand why you are treating me like this. I feel like I have personally insulted you. I understand you are angry at me for not listening and sneaking around. But I can’t understand why you are still holding a grudge against me. All the other men have forgiven me by this point, and they understand why I’m here. But why are you treating me like garbage?” I confronted him.
Trev stared at me for a moment. A torrent of emotions crossed his face so fast that it was hard for me to distinguish between one and the other.
“I told you, you needed to stay home. You are still injured, and this is no place for you-”
“You mean this is no place for woman,” I spat out.
“Don’t make this a battle of the sexes,” he chastised me.
“I am not the one making this a battle. You are the one who can’t seem to see that I can handle myself.” I pointed out.