Not good. Not good at all. They were playing off one another. Giving fuel to a fire that didn’t need to be fed. She shouldn’t have come. No, the Antichrist should have stayed the fuck away.
Circles, they were going in circles and no, no, this would not do. Enola’s thoughts were racing, her fists were clenched and she could feel her nails digging into her palms. The frustration was near paralyzing. Stop it. This was not worth it.
“No, you’re right. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t matter. What’s done is done.” She stood up only to sit back down again. The sudden (and forced) shift had left her dizzy. If Jamie threw something at her head right now she wouldn’t blame him. Somehow it only seemed fair.