“You may not be behind bars anymore, but you’re still in that cage. And I think part of you wants to stay in there because you’re afraid.” My mouth goes hard, ribbons tightening like fists. “But...” he goes on, taking a single step forward, pressing into my space, his invisible aura licking off my skin like a testing taste before the bite. “I think another part of you, the part you repress, is ready to be free.”
