I exhale through my nose in a quiet and controlled way. I can't afford to lose my temper. My body doesn't regulate emotions like it used to.
Anger boils too fast when it comes to me, and sadness doesn't cool down like it does for regular humans. Everything stays somewhere between rage and hollow, and if I let it tip too far, I might stop pretending I'm human at all.
But you mean I go through that hell just for those sly girls to bail on me, huh? Not fair at all!
I don't even need everything I went to scavenge—they do!
"You should've told them to wait," I say tightly. "I heard screams outside. For all I knew, they might be getting torn apart."
"I know. But their fear wins, Renata. I can't blame them."
"I can."
His eyes drop to my shirt. "You had it rough too, huh?"
I look down at the blood and guts and bits of something that might be a spleen—I know it belongs to either Robbie or Hugh.
Humans.
Humans whose flesh I eat and whose blood I drink. Fuck.
