The hairs on the back of my neck stood up at the light touch of her cold fingers. She saw through me. Either my technique had fallen, or I underestimated Bridget's ability to read people. While she may not have known why, she knew I was forcing something. "Bee," my coldness melted into a plea. The feeling of her hands on my neck broke my composure and tugged on the humanity I had been suppressing for years. I never imagined caring about anything nearly as much as the mission, but in this moment, I could have dropped everything for her. "Say you didn't mean what you said earlier. Tell me you are acting this way because you have no feelings for me." She said calmly. Almost too calm. I didn't know what to say, and she knew it. I gently moved her hands off of me so I could think straight. I was so close to my breaking point that I didn't entirely trust myself to keep fight the urge to give up.