Chapter 147 A Seed Of Hatred

• "I can’t be the only one feeling this," he whispered, his voice low and full of meaning, sending a tremor down my spine.
• I forced myself to look away, my eyes falling to the floor as I mumbled, "I don’t know what you’re talking about." My voice came out unsteady, and I made an attempt to pry his hand from my wrist, but instead, he tightened his grip and pulled me closer. A smile, faint but unmistakable, played at the corner of his lips, and it did something to me, something that stirred the chaos I was trying so hard to contain.
• His breath was warm against my skin, his eyes intense, practically burning through me. I fought to maintain my composure, but it was slipping. He reached out, brushing his fingertips across my cheek, and it took everything I had not to tremble beneath his touch. "You’re forgetting," he murmured, his voice husky and close, "I can hear people’s thoughts."