"I don't want you to say a thing," she spun around on him, "I don't want to hear anything you have to say. You crashed a family dinner, dating my sister, then berate me in my hallway, now you are here talking about defending me." She crossed her hands over over her chest, staring at him.
"You gave up on me, like I told you that would do, you ran and I told you that would happen. You can't blame me for that." Laurel sighed, rubbing her face, rubbing the ink more into her skin. "Why would I have faith in that, Oliver? Sure we are in a strange place, we are stuck together, I'm your Lady, you are my knight, on paper, in public, but when the doors are closed and it's me and you, I don't have to pretend to like you and I won't. You hurt me, Oliver."