Anna’s POVHe was afraid of me.He didn’t say it again.But I saw it.In the way he stood just a little farther away than before.In the way his eyes stayed on me—not softly, not warmly but carefully.Like I might do something.Like I might lose control.And the worst part?He wasn’t wrong.“I didn’t mean to do that,” I said quietly.The words felt weak.Useless.Because what I did—I meant it.Maybe not consciously.But something inside me had wanted it.The destruction.The certainty.The power.“I know,” Sam replied.But his voiceIt didn’t match the words.Too controlled.Too measured.Like he was choosing every word carefully.That hurt more than if he had shouted.“You don’t trust me anymore,” I said.Silence.That was enough.“Say it,” I pushed.“I trust you.”“No,” I snapped.“Say the truth.”His jaw tightened.A pause.Then“I don’t trust what’s happening to you.”That landed exactly where it was meant to.Sharp.Precise.“Same thing,” I said bitterly.“It’s not,” he replied
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