The word "Mate" was barely a sound, but it felt like a gunshot in the silent room.My focus was pinned entirely on Eric. I saw the pure, undiluted shock on his face first, the sudden horror of recognition. Then, it flashed into something crueler: disappointment, quickly followed by a cold, calculating flicker of fear.The music had been turned off. Every person in the pack house was absolutely still.Eric inhaled sharply, then he broke the eye contact. He closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened them, the raw emotion was gone. He replaced it with a hard, ugly smirk. It was forced, completely unnatural.He didn't just step away from me; he practically threw himself back, taking three harsh, deliberate steps. He wanted everyone to see the distance he was creating.“Excuse me,” Eric said, his voice loud and chillingly composed. “I think I must have been… mistaken.”My chest seized up. My hand reached out, shaking, trying to grasp the warmth he had just taken away. He was too far.
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