We stood there for a long moment, the tension thick and heavy, as if the air between us had turned to tar. His chest rose and fell with every measured breath, his hands flexing at his sides like he was fighting some unseen battle.
Then he stepped closer.
Too close.
So close I could feel the heat radiating off his body, could see every fleck of green swirling in his darkened eyes.
“You don’t get it, do you?” he said softly, his voice rough like gravel. “You don’t understand what you’re doing to me.”
I swallowed hard, my pulse pounding in my ears. “Oh no, I get it, Alek. Your hatred for me is pretty loud and clear. What I don’t get is this sick need you have to drag me into your chaos whenever you please.”
His jaw ticked, his eyes flicking to my lips for half a second befor
