Angel's POV
The moment the last guard disappeared into the trees with Lyra and Merrick, Terrell grabbed my hand and started pulling me forward, moving towards the direction I'd just escaped from.
I fiercely pulled my hand, breathing hard.
Terrell stopped walking and turned toward me, with the slow deliberateness of someone who had been pushed to a particular edge and was still, just barely, choosing not to go over it.
"Come with me," his voice was dead quiet.
I held my ground.
"No."
Something shifted in his expression. "Angel…"
"I said no." I planted my feet in the cold mud and I looked at him directly and I felt the anger - which had been building since the moment he'd touched that crest and let me see the truth - finally arrive in full. Not the grief. Not the tears. The anger. Clean and hot and clarifying, burning away everything soft. "I'm not going anywhere with you."
"I won't say it again."
