𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀
My breaths came faster than I would have liked as I braced for impact, knowing I had crossed every line by calling them out on their perpetual bullshit.
Zayne stood as still as a statue, his hazel eyes sharp behind his spectacles. "I preferred it when you couldn't communicate;" his voice was quiet—far too quiet.
I signed, countering, Yet you learned how to.
"You are crossing a line," Rafayel said. "We were doing you a favor."
I shot him an incredulous glare. He at least had the decency to look away.
Cyrus stalked forward on unsure legs, his crimson eyes probing. "You have not told us how you knew about the Reaper's Pin."
"Or did the goddess in your chest somehow whisper it in your ear?" Zayne mocked dryly.
Since that was exactly what had happened, I did not bother replying to the obvious jab. They all waited for my reply—more wasted words that would fall on deaf ears. Yet, none came.
Of course, to their chagrin.
