Valtira.
His eyes stayed locked on mine, hot and fierce, neither of us moving.
“You push and push,” he said, voice low, “it’s almost like you want to see what happens when I break.”
“Maybe I do,” I said, because the words came before I could stop them. “Maybe I want to know what’s under all that anger.”
His jaw flexed hard, and his hand curled once into a fist.
“Don’t look for softness in me, Valtira,” he said. “There isn’t any.”
I stepped closer. I don’t even know why I did that.
“I’ve seen it,” I said quietly. “You just hate that I did.”
His eyes flashed with hurt, fury, and pain.
Then he turned away suddenly, like the movement was the only thing keeping him from exploding.
“I’m done with this conversation,” he said. Then he walked to the door.
“Zarek,” I said, reaching out.
