“I could tell you wore a mask, hiding your true self because you were scared to be her. It was something I related to. But that’s why I enjoyed teasing you…enjoyed pushing your buttons.” I held his unrelenting gaze. “Because I saw her peering through, begging to come out. And I loved every bit of her.” His eyes flickered, and he was the first to look away. Pain knotted in my stomach as reality sunk in. You would've never loved a witch, isn't that right, Quill? …Or is your mask on tight?
