Theo stared at him, her heart racing. His eyes were too intense, and his heartbeat was violent and chaotic.
Like her presence was something he was fighting.
Her expression twisted, "Actually," she whispered, "Yes. It does,"
His eyes narrowed dangerously.
She continued before he could speak, "It feels like… resentment. Like my existence grates on you. Like you despise that I even breathe the same air as you,"
His jaw ticked.
"And why wouldn't you?" Theo added, her voice low and bitter, "Every time you look at me, you look like you're trying to swallow something down. Like being around me irritates you to your core,"
Zeke's fingers tightened around her wrist, not painfully, but with a tension that vibrated straight through her bones.
He didn't deny it.
He didn't step back.
And...he didn't correct her.
