His thick brows crash down and I see a flicker of anger in his eye. An emotion from an emotionless man. I turn more fully toward him, drinking in the emotion that I caused. I don't even care if it's anger or hate or whatever he feels toward me. I just want something. Something different from what he gives everyone else. I want to be special to him.
His hand tightens on my shoulder to an almost unbearable degree and I wince under the pressure. He leans toward me, his lips against my ear as he speaks, his voice a furious growl that only I can hear. "It's time for you to stop questioning your place, to stop questioning my orders. Yes, it's sink or swim. Do or die."
I jerk back, trying to pull my shoulder out of his grip, but he refuses to let go. "You don't get to decide that for me," I hiss at him.