Faith heaved a sigh. She didn't want logic right now, to be honest. She just wanted to be pissed-and stay that way. It kept her from feeling hurt. The shrink at the jail called anger her defense mechanism, and she didn't see a damn thing wrong with that."Yeah, we do. Look, I'll think about it, okay?" She pushed off the tree restlessly.
"But I'm not makin' any promises. 'Bout him or whatever." She felt like punching the tree again, but at the same time she didn't. Focusing on Jaz again, she tilted her head.
"Why do you care, anyway? You coulda just kept walkin'."