50. VANYA: CAUGHT IN THE ACT, PART TWO

“You can’t go in there!” I hissed for the third time. “It’s the ladies room, Obsidian.”

He growled. “I don’t give a fuck. You’re not going in there alone.”

It was hard to bite back the scream of frustration that rose in my throat. He was so damn headfast—there was no use explaining things to him. C...