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He froze as soon as I said that. His eyes darkened a shade, causing my heart to pound at my ribs. It probably was just tired and wanted freedom from me at this point.
"Who said that to you?" he asked through a clenched jaw. He wasn't looking at me. He was staring straight ahead.
"Does it matter?" I whispered.
He shot me a look. "Who said it?"
"Hela."
His eyes darkened further.
"Please don't tell her!" I added quickly, my eyes wide. "I don't want her to get mad at me, or think that I'm a tattletale. I'm… I'm afraid of her."
"Did she hurt you?" he asked immediately, eyebrows pulling together.
"No." I shook my head. "I just don't get a good vibe from her." I shrugged. "She seems mean."
"And yet, you believed her words, and tried to run away from me. Great." He stood up an
