I Don't Trust You
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“I don’t trust you.”
The words came out immediately.
Sharp.
Honest.
I didn’t even hesitate.
He didn’t look surprised.
If anything, he looked like he expected it.
“Good,” he said calmly.
I frowned.
“That’s not the reaction I was expecting.”
“That’s because most people are stupid enough to trust too easily,” he replied.
I crossed my arms slightly, ignoring the discomfort in my body.
“And you’re not?”
His lips curved faintly.
“I trust what I can control.”
That answer didn’t sit well with me.
At all.
Silence stretched between us, thick with tension.
I studied him carefully this time.
Everything about him felt… calculated.
The way he stood.
The way he spoke.
Even the way he looked at me—
Like I was something he had already figured out.
“Start talking,” I said.
“About what?”
“About me,” I snapped. “About whatever this is.”
My hand moved slightly to my stomach again.
That warmth was still there.
Quiet now.
But present.
Watching his reaction.
Waiting.
His eyes followed the movement.
Then he sighed softly.
“You were attacked,” he said. “Not by random wolves.”
“I figured that much.”
“They were sent.”
My chest tightened.
“By who?”
He hesitated.
And I didn’t miss it.
“That’s not something you need to worry about yet,” he said.
My jaw clenched.
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Talk like I’m a child who can’t handle the truth.”
His expression shifted slightly.
Less calm.
More serious.
“You almost died tonight,” he said. “That’s the truth.”
“And yet, I’m still here.”
“Because I got there first.”
The way he said it made my chest tighten.
Not fear.
Not exactly.
Something else.
“And why did you?” I asked. “Why help me?”
This time, he didn’t look away.
“You’re important,” he said.
My heart skipped.
“To who?”
“To people who don’t care if you survive,” he replied.
A chill ran down my spine.
“And you?” I asked slowly. “Do you care?”
Silence.
A long one.
Then—
“I care about what you carry,” he said.
The words hit harder than anything else.
Not me.
What I carry.
My hand tightened slightly over my stomach.
“So that’s it?” I said quietly. “I’m just something valuable to you?”
His gaze darkened.
“You’re more than that,” he said.
“But not by much.”
That did it.
Anger flared instantly.
“Then maybe you should have left me in that forest,” I snapped.
Something shifted in his expression at that.
Something I couldn’t quite read.
“Trust me,” he said quietly,
“That would have been the worst mistake you ever made.”
My heart pounded.
Because the way he said it—
Didn’t sound like a threat.
It sounded like a warning.
And somehow…
I knew he wasn’t talking about me. 😈🔥
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