Crimson Outcast
Thalia instantly releases me, her hands shooting up in surrender, a sheepish grin tugging at her lips.
Blake looks at me, his gaze searching, then gently reaches out to touch my hand. Instantly, a current of electricity races up my arm—sparks humming beneath my skin, startling and intense. I gasp at the sensation and, without thinking, yank my hand away from his. The room feels charged, the silence heavy between us. Blake's eyes meet mine, and I see hurt flicker there, raw and open. For a moment, neither of us speaks—the air thick with things we can't quite say.
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