"See, I should be the one asking you that," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You didn't just run away. You jumped from a moving train, then out of your second-floor window. Do you have any idea how reckless that was?" His words were edged with anger, his jaw clenched tightly.
I swallowed hard, feeling a mix of fear and guilt wash over me. "I had to," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I know the truth about you keeping me with you."
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