"I know you're angry," she said evenly. "So I'm not going to respond to that."
"Damn straight, I am angry! How else am I supposed to feel? I am angry at everything and I am angry at you," Winn thundered.
The rawness of his anger vibrated through the room.
"Me?" Ivy blinked rapidly. "Why would you be angry at me?"
"You know what? Forget it," he muttered.
He pushed himself to his feet, swaying. His hand shot to the wall to steady himself. The veins in his forearm strained as he forced his body to obey.
He started walking toward the stairs, but his steps were uneven. And right at the bottom of the first step, he misstepped. He stumbled violently.
"Winn!" Ivy gasped.
She rushed forward, catching his arm before he hit the floor again. Her hands circled his bicep, grounding him. His skin burned under her touch.
"Winn, this isn't healthy," she whispered. "Just… please. Let's talk about it together."
