“You think I want anything from you anymore?” I spat, my voice trembling with pent-up bitterness.
“You’re so miserable because you never knew what it was like to be loved by your mother, but you won’t let anyone else reach you either! You’re just a lonely man no one will ever love!”
His eyes went black, and he closed the gap again. “Is that how you see me? A lonely man?” he whispered in a dangerously low voice. “Do you want me to show you how this lonely man can make you know what it feels like to be owned and admired?”
“Owned? Admired? Really?” I scoffed, forcing my own voice to stay steady. “Even if I want any of that, it certainly wouldn’t come from you! You could hand it to me on a silver platter, and I’d toss it straight into the trash!”
A cold smile curved his lips, “Why don’t
