Seraphina Caldwell looked at him, her lips curling slightly.
"Like?"
She stared at him, emphasizing each word.
"The 'like' you speak of, is it leaving me alone in the forest, listening to my cries for help, watching me chased by wolves until I crash into trees, bleeding and yet you refuse to appear?"
"Is it when I couldn't climb up in front of the tree hollow, you just watched coldly from below, not even offering a hand, merely saying 'climb up yourself' with indifference?"
Seraphina's hands were shaking, not from fear, but from recalling the past events.
What she remembered wasn't the occasional piece of meat he handed her, but his back as he turned away time and again.
Has he forgotten all of this?
Or did he simply not care?
"Kaelan Hawthorne, I am not someone who lets herself be mistreated. I can't bear your 'like'.
She slowly closed her eyes.
