“Did you have sweet dreams last night Ace?” The saliva in my mouth becomes thick, my tongue too big. I continue to ignore him. “I know I did.” He whispers, leaning toward me. I can ignore him. I don’t have to respond. “What is your fucking deal Quenen.” I hear the words before I process them out loud. I turned to look at him, hoping the anger bubbling up inside me had reached the expression in my eyes. Fear me, bastard. Upon mine meeting his cold blue stare, I feel my expression soften, unwillingly.
They live in each other's heads rent free
