#Chapter 130: I’m Not A Monster

“Please don’t think of me as a monster,” Angela says. Too fucking late. Angela isn’t throwing in the towel after a hardy effort to convince Neil to save himself. She’s throwing it all away without even bothering. Kind of like she’s throwing Neil away. I fucking hate it. “I don’t want Neil to die,” she says. “Then… explain,” I say, not trusting myself to say much more. A feel a tirade building up under my skin, pressing into my lungs, sticking to the back of my teeth. If she doesn’t clarify herself right this fucking minute, I’m going to flip the table and call her a callous you-know-what. And I like Angela. But this? This is too cruel. Neil could die! Why isn’t anyone having the appropriate level of concern about this?! “I don’t want him to die,” she says again. I sense a ‘but’ coming, and when it does, I visibly cringe in bent-up fury. “But. If he gets injured enough, perhaps my father might have cause to cancel the wedding.” I blink once, twice, because I must be mishearing