The moment Theo put Daisy down on the bed, she jerked back up instantly, her legs kicking off his legs before she bolted toward the door.
But Theo was faster. His hand slammed against the wooden frame just as her fingers brushed the handle, trapping her in place. The air between them grew thick, her ragged breaths clashing with his heavy silence.
"I told you…" He leaned closer, his voice low, controlled, but dangerous in its restraint. "We need to talk."
Daisy's chest heaved as she glared at him, her hand still clutching the doorknob like a lifeline. "And I told you… I don't owe you anything anymore!"
His jaw flexed, his eyes unblinking. "You owe me the truth."
Her breath hitched, just slightly, before she scoffed, masking the crack in her composure. "Truth? Or the version you already made up in your head?"
Theo's lips pressed into a thin line. "The one you've been running from."
