Stunned by his words, Amelia pulled back to look at him. She caressed his sharp jawline and looked into his eyes.
Cullen immediately looked down and avoided her gaze.
Amelia blinked softly. "How did you feel?" she was curious.
Cullen did not reply. He remained silent and turned away from her to face the wall. He gulped multiple times, trying to understand himself.
"How did you feel?" Amelia repeated her question.
Cullen shook his head and silently tapped his feet on the floor. He struggled to understand himself and why he said those words to her.
"Nothing," he simply replied.
Amelia's smile dropped, "I understand," she had expected him not to feel anything but strangely, she found it hard to believe he felt nothing.
If he had felt nothing, then why did he kill the man the moment he saw him? Why did he not nonchalantly take the stairs and go to his room?
He can do that. The fight wasn't his fight.
"If you_"
