His eyes are on me as though trying to pick apart my brain, and then those brows lower further to that angry look I know and despise so much. Losing all hints of who he was minutes ago, that sadistic face appears so unwelcomingly. It ignites the rage that lives down in the depths of my soul, scrambling in from the shocked chaos of my internal battlefield to save the day.

‘What are you talking about?’ I throw at him accusingly, confused by him, and he looks away; that jaw is ...