NOVA
"I can literally see the wheels in your head spinning," Rhydar tells me from his position on the couch. A little bit of color has returned to his face, but he still doesn't look okay.
Mina left thirty minutes ago, and I am literally spiraling into a web of frustration and desperation.
"You're afraid," Rhydar suddenly croaks, the sound of his deep voice startling me. He sounds awfully serious for once.
I blink at him, trying not to show how rattled I am.
"You don't have to pretend, little mouse. Not with me," he tells me, his gaze locked on mine.
"Why do you assume that I'm afraid? You think I'm scared of you? If so, I'd have you know that I am not—"
"No," he utters softly, shifting slightly on the couch with a tiny wince.
"You're terrified of your feelings," he goes on to say,
