15ISABELLAFor a moment I just stared at him. His words slowly got under my skin. If he came here to insult me, I preferred to be alone wallowing in my self-pity.“What?” I asked, genuinely startled.Rohan leaned back slightly in the chair, one arm resting on the table while the other dragged slowly through his messy hair. The movement only made him look more exhausted.“I said,” he repeated, slower this time, “stop acting like a trained lapdog and act normal.”My brows knitted together.“I am acting normal.”“No, you’re not.”His answer came instantly.I frowned, setting the fork down for a moment. “You’re the one who barged into my room, invading my privacy. If you think I’m not normal, show yourself the door.”“I’m not leaving," he scoffed, stating the obvious. He was worried about the wrong thing. Maybe I did act a bit timid but he was wild and needed to be tamed.“Why?”He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees now as he studied me with frustrating focus.“You have
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