You don't believe me.
Sharp and harsh as they sliced across the tension in the room, the words exited my mouth before I could stop them. Turning to face me, Luca narrowed his grey eyes.
"Don't start this now, Aria," he murmured, his voice quiet but tinged with irritation.
"No," I said, approaching further closely. "We are entering conflict once again and I must know the truth. Luca, do you think about me? You have faith in this link? «
He groaned and ran his black hair between his hands. "It's not about trust," he responded at last. "It has to do with survival. I am trying to keep you safe.
"That's not an answer," I fired back, my chest constricting. "Your shutting me out won't help to protect me."
Luca's mouth constricted, his quiet piercing more than any words could. The bond pulsed weakly, its energy a constant reminder of our link as well as of the widening separation.
