His gaze hardened so much that I regretted what I had just said. His eyes had a deadly expression, I could have sworn those eyes were trying to choke me and kill me again. His hands were tight on my wrists, and his face was the same. In fact, I could easily feel the tension that had taken over his entire body when I was in front of him.
"I do not love you," he said suddenly. The coldness in his voice froze my heart, it was my curse. I knew my eyes were wide and my eyebrows were raised in surprise, but it was still a reaction I didn't expect when he sneered at me. He counterattacked because I pissed him off. And I was already defeated.
When he stopped squeezing my wrists and let himself go into air, I lost control of the white power because I was confused and upset. We were a few feet off the ground, so he landed on his feet with no difficulty and kept walking without looking at me once.
