He'd never been scared of her. He was the only person she'd ever met who wasn't. Sure, occasionally her rage had been strong enough he'd fled from her, but generally… He was unflinching.
When her hands flared up, he rolled his eyes. When she yelled, he ignored her. Mocking him was the only way to get a rise out of him, and even that was rarely sustainable.
She wasn't scared of him either, yet when he fixed that tearful gaze on her she froze in place.
"How could you?" he choked. She couldn't make herself apologize. And he was gone.