Chapter 209 Cold War

• Ava
• Chris’s fist left a small dent in the cabin wall, causing me to flinch back—not out of fear, but rather surprise. I could practically feel the anger radiating off of him as he turned to face me, his eyes blazing. This wasn’t the Chris I knew. This wasn’t the soft, gentle man I had grown to love.
• “This is exactly why we shouldn’t have been so soft on him,” he growled, gesturing at the empty bunk where Patrick had been sleeping soundly the night before. “If we had been tougher, if we had scared the truth out of him, then maybe we would have gotten some real information out of him before he managed to escape.”