Impulsive?
She absolutely wasn't being impulsive now. If last night he hadn't forced her to stay, she would have left last night.
Instead of waiting until now and calling it impulsive.
"I'll say this one last time. Move."
Thomas Shannon took a deep drag on his cigarette, his cold eyes staring at her with vicious intensity. "You really want to leave?"
"Do I look like I'm joking with you?"
Sophie Sullivan wasn't joking at all; she was dead set on leaving.
Thomas Shannon stared at her in a daze for a long time before he finally gave a hard nod. His body shifted to the side, and he grabbed the door panel with one hand and yanked it open.
The door panel slammed against the wall, letting out a big noise.
Bang!
His voice was dark and heavy like water. "Go."
Sophie Sullivan didn't look sideways and strode out.
