Dan Krokos

“You didn't break my nose,” he says.“Too bad.”“No, that’s good,” he says. “Because I would've broken yours.”“You’d hit a girl?”“We fight all the time.”

“Peter smiles at me, shaking his head. Behind the smile I can see he’s scared as I am. Blood drips onto his lips. “You never did listen to my orders,” he said.I smiled back. “Aren’t you glad you’ll have company?”

“He stops pacing. 'I know, Miranda, I did it because I—' 'Stop! Don't say it. I don't want to hear you say it.' 'I have to say it,' Noah says. 'No, you don't.' If I hear him say the word love, I don't know what I'll do. I still have my gun. Maybe one day I can forgive him, but all chance of that goes out the window if he claims he did it for love. If you love someone, the idea is respect them enough to trust them. Not to take away their freedom. Their life.”