PATSY POV:

“Do your ears not work, Patsy?”

Asshole. What is his problem? And how could I have lived with him this long and not known he was a complete psychopath?

“Don’t worry. We’ll get you home and warm up. I already started a fire.”

“No, that’s okay,” I snapped. “I’ll be fine.”

“Oh, no you won’t,” he laughs. “You’ll end up needing me to bring you to the hospital, and I can’t have that.”

There’s something obnoxiously charming about the way he’s speaking to me, almost like we’re an old couple and he knows my personality so well that he doesn’t even bother listening to what I say anymore....