“What is there to say?” Jen asked, trying to keep the irritation from her voice and failing miserably. She was irritated. Actually, she was beyond irritated. She was suddenly downright pissed. But, she’d matured over the past two years and had been trying to learn to hold her tongue. It sucked.
“You’ve barely said anything to me for the past three days. You won’t open the bond more than enough for me to feel you’re alive, and you haven’t made fun of anyone in at least thirty-six hours. I have a feeling there is much to say but, for some reason, you’re scared to say it.”
“Scared?” she said through gritted teeth, the word leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. She was scared of a lot of things, but speaking her mind wasn’t one of them. She was scared of hurting someone with her sharp tongue
