Our Real Selves
“Stop talking nonsense, Dahlia,” Bradon warned.
“Then, why don't you answer my question? I asked you if Anthony told you about this place,” I asked him again, although I knew pretty well that he wouldn't answer my question.
After all, Bradon never answered any questions that I asked him about Anthony. It was like Anthony was a topic that was off-limits between us, and asking and talking about him became taboo. Bradon stared at me in silence as if he was deciding what he wanted to do to me. For a moment, I was truly convinced that he was going to lift me up and carry me over his shoulders like a sack of cargo, and my body stiffened just at the thought.
“He didn’t tell me anything,” Bradon replied so softly that at first, I wasn’t sure if I had imagined it all.
“What did you just say?” I asked while focusing my attention entirely on him.
Bradon seemed to hesitate to say anything more and I could feel my frustration rising up uncontrollably in my chest.