They stood close, their faces mere inches apart. He searched her eyes, expecting to find the fear he was accustomed to instilling inothers. But as he studied her, a strange tingling sensation crept up his spine. Alice didn’t flinch or look away. Instead, she held his gaze, her expression steady and unyielding.
She wasn’t afraid.
"Is that how you keep control? To get everyone to bend to your will?" she questioned. "What could you possibly do to me? Torture me like you have done in the last two years?"
Victor arched his eyebrows, confused. "You think I’ve been torturing you?"
Alice stepped back, prying herself away from his grasp. "We don’t have to eat together. We don’t have to pretend indoors. I’m not hungry. I will eat when I am."
Victor made to step forward again, to say something...but he restrained himself. He didn’t understand what she meant by him torturing her, but because he could even ask, she walked away. She didn’t look back, her pace quickened as if to escape the moment, leaving him standing there, struggling with his thoughts.
He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, strangely bothered by what she said.
