Marcie put her arms up to protect her face when the tissue box came flying at her, and ducked when the hairbrush hit the wall. She had to admit, that rattled her. She didn’t like men being aggressive towards her, because it put her back in that place with Apollo bearing down on her, promising her pain and suffering and death, and she got a spike of adrenaline as she looked back up at Kaden, wide-eyed, shocked out of her tears. But no way, no way was she backing down. The blood of Ares ran through her, as much as she hated him. Had she backed down against Apollo? No. She’d killed the motherfucker. She would never retreat from a fight.
“Just because YOU haven’t seen me, doesn’t mean I haven’t!” she snarled. “You don’t know what I went through when I thought you were dead! You don’t know how I felt while you were eating bones and licking your own balls! You don’t know ANYTHING about how much I HATE this fucking town but I came here for you, because I thought it would help you work through your shit without being trapped in that hotel- But YOU never talk to me! I would talk if you would ASK me but all you do is hide in your room and GLARE at me! So if I wanna fuck a nice guy to get one bit of relief then I fucking WILL!” She bared her teeth at Kaden and jabbed a finger at him.
“I didn’t kill Tragos. He killed his stupid fucking self! Stop punishing me because of your own guilt!”