“Come,” his voice called again. I looked at Lucious, who looked at me with every step, his eyes begging me to stop, but that wouldn't stop me from seeing the monster in him.
I entered the tent and found Rage resting, not a single mark on his body. I couldn't tell if he really fought; he looked really fresh, and as a perfume maniac, he carried some. Should I ask him about the love confession? Or would that be pushing his buttons too far?
“Don't just stand there, sleep!” he commanded again, and my feet heavily moved towards him. Unlike the times I would willingly come to him, this time felt different. For the first time, he felt like a stranger.
I coiled on the bed, feeling every eyesight from Rage. He wasn't asleep, just looking at me.
“Did you really mean what you said?” My tongue slipped out, and I immediately regretted it.
“Mean what?” he asked, shuffling for air on the bed. I had hit a nerve, and I didn’t know how he would take it.
“That you love me!” I asked again, a smile of shyn
