35 - The Chosen One - 2

He tilted my chin up to face him; his eyes darted over my face. “You’re right; you’re tired.” He dropped my chin, frowning slightly.

“No,” I said so fast, finally finding my voice. “No," I repeated firmer.

He raked his eyes over my face as if deciding whether that was true. I jutted my chin out, finding some semblance of confidence.

“Choose then.”

“You’re being stingy.” I crossed my arms.

“We don’