“What the hell was that?” Blaze’s voice is low, a dangerous edge cutting through the air between us.
I quickly run to him and hug him tightly, relief flooding through me. “Oh my god. You’re okay. Are you back for—”
He stiffens in my embrace, pulling away just enough to look me in the eyes, his expression a mix of anger and concern. “What did you do, Amanda?”
My heart races. I can’t tell him. Not now. “I didn’t do anything,” I lie, forcing a smile that feels too strained. “I just… I was just talking to him.”
“Talking?” His voice drops, the tension coiling between us. “You call that talking? You don’t have to pretend with me. You look scared.”
I swallow hard, the weight of my fear pressing down on me like a lead blanket. “I’m not scared,” I insist, but the tremor in my voice betrays me.
