“End it already!” Redrimmed eyes glared.
“Right.” He was terse, so full of snark, it stung. “Cos that’s what I do, innit? End things? Weapons like you?”
“Fuck you,” she hissed. “You know why you have to. You know what I’ll do to you. To everyone.”
“We’ll sort it,” he said. “Now eat. Y’not thinking straight because y’aven’t in three bloody days.”
With a wordless cry, she slammed her hand on the table in frustration.
He didn’t flinch, even as one of the glasses shattered, and a shard flicked past his cheek, drawing a line of blood over his skin.
