Chapter 188

"Fuck you, Fenton!" I shoved my hands hard against his chest, making him rock back on his heels, but Fenton's face remained like stone, reverting to that stoic military-mask he wore whenever he was trying to stay in control of a situation that had clearly gone tits-up. "What do you want me to say, Megan? Harper made the decision to go, what the hell we were meant to do?" The rage was building with every second. I could feel it, under my skin, inside my skull, surging through my veins. "We could have stopped him," I groaned in enraged frustration. "We could have done it together." He sighed like he was facing the tirade of some tiresome child and not someone whose hands were itching to grab his throat and squeeze until his eyes popped out of their sockets. "Megan, we were on the other side of the damn fence. By the time we'd have climbed back over he would have already gone and we'd have run straight into Brandon. We did the only thing we could have, considering the circums