#Chapter129
Colton
/"Oh dear. Are you quite sure he ma…./"
/"Yes, quite sure!/" I snap, mimicking his English accent haughtily and cutting him off. Like I wouldn't know that pain hitting me in the chest and almost killing me that day and what it was. Have still not recovered fully and carry that weight constantly like a heavy shroud to eternally remind me I'll love someone I can never have. He's riling a very tender and open wound and it's doing nothing for my mood.
/"I see. So, if he has another, how do you know you can…?/" he gestures at his temple, locking eyes on mine, making circular motions and implying mind link. I roll my eyes. Exhaling to curb this sudden need to punch things and getting rattier by the second, tension rising, making me all sorts of stiff and uptight.
