Holland's POV
"I know you don't want to hear this," Kastiel said, his tone gentle but firm, "but I think you should quit your job if it makes you so uncomfortable."
I stiffened immediately. Even though I was relaxed against him, even though his arms were warm around me, those words snapped me right out of whatever fragile peace I'd been holding onto. I lifted my head and looked at him properly, trying to understand how he could say that so easily.
"Quit it and then what?" I argued, my voice sharper than I intended. "I won't be able to afford my rent, food, bills. I could list a hundred things I won't be able to do anymore."
My chest felt tight as I said it. The words poured out faster than my thoughts, fueled by fear more than logic. Quitting didn't sound like freedom to me—it sounded like falling.
