“It’s not nothing,” August hissed. “You’ve never been one to back away from a challenge. To run off when things don’t go your way. And what happened back there? You were barely resisting me! This isn’t like you.” “Maybe you just don’t know me as well as you think you do,” she countered. “Bullshit.” August scoffed, leaning in closer. “You are…you are agonizingly talented. It drives me mad.” He rubbed his face in exasperation, a low chuckle rattling in the back of his throat. “You drive me mad.”
