Unbroken

I pulled myself out of his arms. Kieran let me go, but he didn't move away - just held onto the bars between us as he gazed down at me.

"'Soul mate'?" I repeated, taking a few steps back. "You mean-us? Me and you?"

Kieran closed his eyes briefly.

"Aye."

Great.

I raked my hands through my hair with a yell of frustration. Startled, Kieran drew back a little.

"This just keeps getting better and better. Do I get any say in this?" I demanded. "Jesus fuckin Christ, Kieran! What about what I want?"

"Abby-" he began.

"NO," I cut in, jabbing a finger at him. "I didn't ask for ANY of this, and I don't want it."

I saw a brief flash of hurt in his eyes. Softening, I put my own hands over his on the bars.

"I didn't mean...Look. ……