Thalia Crimsonclaw's POV
"Am I… truly the one you need?"
I blankly looked at him when he said those words.
What was he talking about? Did he doubt me, after everything?
Of course, he was the one. Did he not see it? Then why would I try to seduce him, risk so much, bare myself in ways I never had before?
Was he a fucking maggot, or just pretending not to understand?
It only infuriated me, knowing this bastard didn't know what I needed.
My hands clenched around his collar, fingers digging into the fabric as if to anchor myself to reality. I muttered with a furious tone, every word edged with trembling,
"Truly the one I need? So all this time you thought I was just teasing you around? Huh? What about the kiss we shared, that fire, the things you made me feel? What about the other things you've done to me—do you forget so easily?" I was almost on the verge of shouting, breath shuddering as I tried to hold back.
How dare he question me!!
