Chapter 97: The Fragile Balance

His voice snaps in the space between us, sharp, final.

I sit on the bed, jaw clenched, as he straightens up, his imposing frame blocking the light filtering through the window.

Three days. Three days since he's allowed me to do anything alone. Three days of him managing everything from this room, monitoring my every move, controlling my meals, my rest, my movements. Three days of being a prisoner to his overprotectiveness.

Even though I know it's his way of exorcising his fear, even though I know it's his love speaking…

I feel like I'm suffocating.

— I'm fine, I insist, locking my eyes with his.

His gaze darkens.

— You said that right before collapsing into my arms.

I grit my teeth.

— It was just a passing weakness.

— It was a warning, he corrects coldly.

He moves closer, crouches in front of me, and takes my chin between his fingers, forcing me to meet his eyes.