Lexie had tears in her eyes. She sat up with difficulty and said, "I didn't ask you to take care of me."
Isiah's expression hardened, his eyes cold and unyielding.
"You think I wanted to? You think I enjoyed being stuck here with you?"
Her grip on his wrist tightened, desperation mixing with her tears.
"Then why, Isiah? Why do any of this if you hate me so much?"
He yanked his wrist free, stepping back with a scowl.
"Because you're a problem I have to deal with, Lexie. Nothing more. Don't flatter yourself thinking it means anything else."
Lexie's heart shattered at his words, but she refused to look away.
"You didn't have to stay," she said, her voice trembling. "You could have left me to die."
"Maybe I should have," he retorted, his voice like ice. "It would have been better."
She grabbed his hand again, this time pulling it close to her face.
