'That's probably for the best.' He lowered his head to Yara Quillan. "If you don't want to see him, then let's get out of here. We'll let Jared take care of it."
In the past, what Yara Quillan feared most was a confrontation between Henry Lester and Jared Monroe. When those two fought, she was completely unable to stop them. She never knew who to side with and could only watch anxiously from the sidelines.
But now, all she wanted was to leave this place, to get as far away from Henry Lester as possible.
In her eyes, Henry Lester was now like a wild beast, liable to fly into a feral rage at any moment and hurt her again.
She wanted to forget what happened that night, but she found that she couldn't. The pain of being torn apart, the despair of calling his name and receiving no response, no matter how she pleaded.
That wasn't the Henry Lester she knew. Not at all.
She didn't know what on earth had happened to Henry Lester.
