"How are you doing that?" he asked, unreadable as ever.
"Do what?"
"Blocking me out of your mind."
"Are you finally admitting you can read minds?" I mumbled. Now I can say I'm close to knowing what he is.
He gave me silence.
"I'll take that as a yes."
He looked at me with disdain, despair, but more clearly than those two, the confusion in his eyes. "After knowing the things I'm capable of, you should be running away now."
"As if I can outrun you."
"I won't chase you," he said matter of factly.
My lips rose a little. "Sure you won't."
"Why don't you run now?" he mocked.
"Oh, that." I smiled. "My ankle still hurts. I can barely walk, yet you want me to run? How inconsiderate of you, Carter."
