Faith's POV
"Why would you do that, huh?" he asked me for what felt like the fifth time. I stayed quiet, biting the inside of my cheek so I would not scream.
"I am so tired of you." He muttered it under his breath, but I heard every word loud and clear.
"Maybe you should not have saved me that day," I snapped, eyes burning with heat I could not swallow down anymore.
"You think I wanted to save you?" he asked, voice hard, bitter. My heart twisted, a slow painful knot curling in my chest.
"Yes," I said, barely above a whisper. "Yes," I repeated, even though I was not sure anymore. I never asked why he did it. He saved me. Then he demanded marriage.
And now that I think about it, it makes no sense. My face tightened, eyebrows pulling together in realization.
What the actual hell?
I looked at him, throat tight. "Why did you do it?" I asked again, this time my voice cracked slightly, the truth shaking loose behind it.
