Scarlet
Damien’s head snapped to the side, his jaw tightening.
I didn’t regret it.
Not one bit. But I quickly blinked my eyes, turning away from him.
If I didn’t, I might do something worse.
Or worse—he might see the tears burning in my eyes.
Because no matter how much I hated him, it still hurt.
It still cut deeper than I wanted to admit.
The silence between us stretched unbearably long. The air crackled with something raw and dangerous, and I could feel every single one of his emotions, it was the first time since the rejection I could feel these emotions like my own as of some sort of veil was brought down.
For a second, none of us moved. Nobody dared to breathe too loudly.
Damien slowly turned his head back to face me, his eyes darkened with something furious and unrelenting.
