Nothing to Me
She was watching him carefully, studying his reactions, adjusting the movements of her tongue and lips accordingly.
That cold, vacant stare cut through him more sharply than any blade.
There was nothing between them.
Nothing at all.
He exhaled a slow, defeated breath.
“Is this how it always is with you...?”
His voice was hollow, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
What had he been expecting?
What had he been thinking when he brought her into the city, when he risked entering the temple with her, when he decided he didn’t care if anyone found out?
Why had he worried about their future?
“Why did I....”
No, none of it mattered.
Worrying about her was meaningless.
Why had he even bothered?
Why had he protected her, cared for her, brought her all the way here?
None of it mattered to her.
She didn’t care.
She never had.
Because this was just what she did.
Using his desire for her to hold onto him—this was the only way she knew how to survive.