Chapter 60 “A Few More Hours” V

• Ren’s [POV]
• “I hope his asshole bleeds.” I snarled, snickering as I emptied the box of dried chili flakes into the pot and stirred it in, the smell so potent it singed my nostrils. “Like I have to care about his feelings.” I sneered, my anger only growing when those sad eyes flashed through my mind, and I was once again reminded of the last few days.
• I was so lonely and hurt, and dammit, I didn’t like feeling this way.