"I know, buddy. I was wrong… but I'll do my best to win her over," Zion murmured. Shura only rolled its eyes with a huff before retreating to the far corner of his mind.
Zion knew Addison was trying, trying to reciprocate their bond, trying to make sense of the tangled connection she shared with the three of them.
But he could also feel the hatred simmering inside her chest, the scars of how he had once treated her. He saw it in her eyes—the unspoken desire to tear him apart, to make him feel even a fraction of the pain he had inflicted on her.
And yet, instead of lashing out, she chose silence. She ignored him, pushed him aside, and pretended he wasn't there.
That indifference cut deeper than any accusation or angry word could. If she yelled, if she raged, it would mean he still mattered to her. But this cold distance… this quiet dismissal… it was a silent declaration that she wanted nothing to do with him anymore. And that was the one thing Zion dreaded most.
