She drew back like a viper. “What did you just say?”
He wanted out, out of this room, this situatuion. Every inch of him was on edge, unwanted memories flashing behind his eyes. “Not everyone wants to be saved.”
Her eyes flashed dangerously. “So you’d rather that I let you die? You know those men would have killed you.” Selene took a step back, full lips pursed into a hard line, her cheekbones hollowed in as she fought the urge to strike at him. “Perhaps you are not the fighter I thought you were.”
His lip curled into a silent snarl. Are you really that weak? Too weak to give up David Webb? The final piece of the puzzle clicked into place. The lights, the cool feel of the blank walls. Treadstone. Treadstone 71. The panic turned to anger as he reacted, shoving Selene away. “You don’t fucking know!” He snarled, hands grabbing for the weapons he had selected earlier as he headed towards the door.
Even while her insides roiled with anger, Selene remained much calmer than the human before her. “Where are you going?” One strong hand closed over his bicep to halt his motions. She refused to be so disrespected, so discarded. Not after the things she’d done for him, not after the desperate looks he’d more than once sent in her direction.
He spun around, lip curled into that feral snarl. He twisted his arm from her grip and instinctively shoved back, lashing out with his hand and striking her across the face before quickly skirting away and towards the door. There were no words passing from his lips. Jason Bourne had retreated far into the depths of the labryinth of his mind.
Selene’s cheek stung, the corner of her lip bleeding where his knuckle had broken skin. A muscle in her jaw flexed as she kept her face turned and her eyes downward. She did not move as Jason made for the door, did not lift her head until the front door slammed closed.
Without much thought, Selene turned off the light, closed the door to the gun room. Silently, her body carried her to the kitchen, where two empty mugs sat on the counter. Pale hands pushed against the cool granite as she tongued the blood from her lip, and in a flurry of fury and hurt, Selene grabbed one of the mugs and threw it across the room. The ceramic shattered against the farthest wall, burst into tiny fragments, just like the pieces of her already unsteady composure. Selene crouched on the floor and wiped a trembling hand over her face.