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I faltered, words lost in the mixture of fear and something else I refused to name. He laughed, dark and resonant as I averted my gaze, my pulse racing, my mind a tornado of fear, disgust, and something dangerously close to arousal. I told myself I was angry, not flustered. I had to act smart, stubborn, maintain control, even as my body betrayed me.

My puzzled expression mirrored his own, as I struggled to understand his intentions. Thorian briefly glanced around my room, as though searching for inspiration or answers, before returning his attention to me. He repeated his statement with nonchalance, his face adopting a stern expression, emphasizing that his acknowledgment of my anger was indeed the extent of his message. I was flabbergasted, and I couldn't contain my disbelief any longer. I held my forehead in my hands, exclaiming, "Oh my goodness!" The shock and frustration were apparent in my voice as I realized that he had nothing more to say.

Brady gasped quietly before the sound of the ravenous shutter drowned him out. “Yes!” he laughed, staring at the back of the camera to review the shots. “Shit, you are creepy! I love it.” He turned the screen to her. She barely recognized her contorted and blood-stained face. Her creased forehead drew up her brows to show the whites of her eyes in full, panicked flare. Her grimace drew awful lines in the blood trailing her chin. She looked maniacal, frantic, possessed.

I don't know what came over me, but it is good to let it out. Reaction what I received was? Mouth hanging open and shocked. Beatrice's face was red due to embarrassment and her mouth was constantly opening and closing like a fish. I thought that she is going to back out! Because we have gained so much attention in the hallway that everyone is watching us and some of them even have their cell-phone open to record this!

"You’ll see what I do to you!" She lunges again, her movements erratic and uncoordinated. This time, she overextends, her anger blinding her to the reality of the situation. Her fist cuts through the air wildly, and in her fury, she loses her balance. With a sharp intake of breath, she stumbles forward, her momentum carrying her past me. She falls flat on her face, the impact echoing through the now silent gallery.

I stumbled over my words, completely flustered. "Um, um, he's not—I'm not—he's not…" My voice kept tangling up in itself, and I could barely form a coherent sentence. My cheeks were burning, and I could feel everyone around us stealing glances at the commotion I was unintentionally creating. Across the table, Emerson seemed entirely too entertained by my struggle. He leaned back in his chair, one eyebrow raised, lips twitching as though he were fighting back a laugh. It was infuriating.

she stuttered, taking the flour before running out of the pantry. I closed my eyes and rubbed my face. “Fuck, Adrian, get your shit together!”

Just… existing in the same still point as her. That stillness wasn’t peace. It was containment. Aurora’s breath shortened slightly. Because she realized something uncomfortable— the system wasn’t rejecting them after connection. It was reacting because of it. [Rejection protocol escalation detected.] The interface flickered violently above them. Not resetting. Not stabilizing. Reacting. Aurora’s fingers tightened unconsciously against his hand. And the reaction was immediate. The space around them fractured slightly—like reality had flinched. Alexander exhaled once.

A flicker. His form steadied slightly. Just for a moment. And in that moment—. The system hesitated. Not much. Not much that would make Amina aware. She widened her eyes and whispered, "It's reacting to me." It was just so funny. The pair looked up at each other with a sharp smile. Adrian responded with "No," explaining that it was him responding to the situation. That made her stop. The vicinity trembled once more. But differently now. Less controlled.

“I don’t like to repeat myself.” The words slipped through the speaker, low and unhurried. I didn’t need to raise my voice. I watched her stumble on the monitor, hands twitching. Her thighs pressed together like she could hide the reaction. Like she could pretend she wasn’t dripping. Sia stood beside her in perfect silence, hands folded behind her back like a funeral director at a wake. Floris turned to her, voice breaking with panic and defiance. “Are you really just gonna stand there? Like this is normal?”