He crossed his arms. “Why do you watch me?”
I pulled my hood lower down my forehead. “Your aura.”
His black eyes narrowed. “I don’t believe in that stuff.”
I hugged myself and turned away. “Which is why I’ve kept my distance.”
“And yet I know you’re there all the same. When will you lose interest?” He lifted a lock of my hair and tugged.
The fog drifted as I pondered this haunting question yet again. “When I go to you and instead find my feet walking in another direction.”
He let go of me and started pacing. “I’ve never led you to believe…”
“This isn’t about that. We’re bound, twin flames. We work better together than apart.” I shrugged. “Romantic love doesn’t have to be part of it.”
He laughed. “Do you know what my heart feels when I see you?”
Surprise flashed like lightning. “I didn’t think you felt anything. Or perhaps, pity.”
He laughed as long steps carried him to the shadows. Devil’s eyes found mine and pinned me. “The need to possess.”
It was a challenge, a fork flung into the middle of a road. And I, sure of his ambivalence, was completely unprepared.
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