"Oh, please, Nadine, take this, we both know that you have no dollar to your name," he says, holding the card in his hand, and waiting for me to take it.
I'm stunned, looking at him, my hand clenched in a fist, my eyes flashing as I slam my hand on the table. The dishes rattle, but he looks unfazed by my outburst.
"Logan, how dare you!" I say, my voice low, as I take a step closer to him. "I've had it with you up to here!"
Then I storm out of the room, needing to get away - away from Logan, away from the cage I've found myself in.
Anger is an understatement of what I feel as I get to my room.
I open my closet, take out a nice gown that's both comfortable and light, change into it, arrange my hair into a ponytail, take my bag, and pack my necessary things.
Then, I walk out of my room.
With hurried steps, I make my way down the stairs, not wanting anyone to stop me. I'm not in the mood to look at anyone's face.