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Chapter_98
Micah’s sharp gaze flickered toward Sadie as she reached for the mask. His hand shot up, stopping her with a firm grip on her wrist. “Don’t,” he warned, his voice low and menacing, a stark contrast to the lighthearted teasing from earlier.
Sadie, taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor, withdrew her hand. “What’s the big deal? You wear a mask all the time, and I’m just trying to understand why. It’s not like you’re some sort of secret agent.” Her tone was playful, but there was a hint of curiosity behind it.
Micah didn’t release her wrist immediately, instead keeping his grip firm for a moment longer than necessary. “I have my reasons,” he said, his voice cold, cutting through the air like a blade.
Sadie couldn’t help but feel the shift in the atmosphere. It was as if a wall had gone up between them, one that she had accidentally triggered by her harmless question. The warmth and tension from their previous encounter had vanished, replaced by an underlying tension.
“You’re always so secretive,” she muttered, pulling her wrist free and leaning back in her seat. She turned her head, looking out the window, trying to ignore the strange sensation creeping up her spine. She didn’t know what to make of Micah anymore—his actions were unpredictable, shifting from protective to distant, then almost cruel. It was exhausting, and part of her wanted to get out of the car and run far away, but she couldn’t help but be drawn to him.
Micah remained silent for a long moment, his jaw tightening as he focused on the road ahead. The car hummed with the tension between them, neither of them saying anything further.
Eventually, Micah’s voice broke through the silence, cutting through the stillness like a sharp whisper. “You’re wrong, Sadie,” he said, his tone softer, though there was still a hint of irritation underneath. “You don’t understand what you’ve just done.”
Sadie’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“By slapping me, by pushing me… you think you’re in control, that you can handle everything on your own,” he said, his voice dropping to a more serious, almost intimate tone. “But you’re not. You’re not in control, and you never will be. Not with me.”
Sadie was about to retort, but Micah’s eyes flashed with something dangerous—something that made her heart race a little faster. She bit her lip and fell silent, unsure of how to respond.
The car came to a stop outside her apartment building, and Micah shifted his gaze back to the road. “Get out,” he ordered flatly, his previous anger melting away into an unreadable calm.
Sadie blinked in surprise. “That’s it? No more threats? No more insults?”
Micah looked at her for a moment, as though considering her words. Then, he gave her a small, almost imperceptible smirk. “Not today.”
With that, he opened the door, signaling that the conversation was over. As Sadie stepped out of the car, she could feel his eyes lingering on her, the weight of his gaze like a heavy burden she couldn’t shake off. For a moment, she considered turning back, asking him what he truly meant by his words, but something told her not to.
Instead, she walked away, but her thoughts remained firmly rooted in the car, in Micah’s unpredictable nature, in the tension between them that she couldn’t quite place.
