“You still think I want you dead?” he asked incredulously like he couldn’t understand me at all. “How am I supposed to know what you think? You only speak to me to torture me.” “That’s not true,” he ground out. “Isn’t it?” I tried to call for the shadows so that I didn’t have to face the emotions that were flaring at the feeling of him so close to me, but they seemed out of reach somehow as he held me tightly. “I’m not the one who said they didn’t think anything had changed between us after-”
