His Terms, My Surrender
Instead, he walked toward the bookshelves, fingers tracing absently along the spines of the neatly arranged books.
“You’re learning,” Theo murmured, his back still turned to me. His fingers drifted over the books, not really searching for anything—just moving, just thinking.
I stayed silent, watching him carefully.
This was the first time I had seen him like this. Detached, but not in the cold, ruthless way I was used to. This was something else. Contemplative, maybe.
It put me on edge.
He finally pulled a book from the shelf and turned, flipping it open as he leaned lazily against the bookcase. “Tell me, little pet. Did you like it?”
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