"Because you don't know," Kate says flatly, not looking at him. "You need me to tell you because you don't know." Her voice is rising, she hates it, but she can't control it. It takes everything she's got just to keep her ass where it is. Her fingers are twitching with the urge to fight. "You want to know what's up with me? That's what's up with me. Nikola knows me. But you. You don't."