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Zayne’s jerked, startled by His sudden change in tone, and she lifted her head. His eyes were narrowed; the passion and hunger in them had burnt down to give way to the rage glinting in them.

“Who told you I hated you? Was it Alaric? Nyssa? Who dared say that?!” Zayne snarled.

“No one, I-I thought you did,” she stuttered. Why did he look so pissed?

“You thought that?” He gaped at her; his eyes and face softened, almost looking like her words had stabbed him. “Why would you think that?”

‘Is he seriously asking me that question?’ She tilted her head to the side. ‘Doesn’t he know how he acts and talks to me, or is he just pretending?’

“W-well, it’s because you’re always really mean to me. I know there are times when you aren’t, but most of the time… you are.” She muttered, fiddling with her hair and staring at her lap.

“You talk and act like I’m a burden. Like my very presence aggravates and irritates you. Like I’m worthless trash not worthy to be in your presence. You verbally bring me