Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 862

"You should stop projecting."

Trevor’s breath hitched.

"What?"

Maya exhaled as if she was genuinely tired of him, as if she was speaking to a child who just didn’t get it.

"You’re projecting, Trevor," she said, tapping her finger lightly in the air before pulling it back. "This whole spiel of yours… telling me how guys think, how I don’t see things clearly, how I’m the one being used…"

She let out a quiet hum. "It’s all just a reflection of what you think about yourself, isn’t it?"

Trevor stiffened.

His stomach twisted violently, a feeling too close to exposure.

Maya leaned back in her seat again, tapping her fingers against the table rhythmically.

"You assume every guy wants something from me," she mused. "Because that’s how you think."

Trevor’s jaw locked. "That’s not—"

"You think Astron is using me," Maya continued, ignoring him entirely. "Because that’s what you would do if you were in his position."

Trevor stopped breathing.

"You think I don’t see how guys look at me?" She shook her head, clicking her tongue. "You think I don’t know?"

She exhaled, leaning forward just enough to make Trevor’s skin crawl.

"But the thing is, Trevor…" Her voice dropped into something just above a whisper.

"I don’t care how guys look at me."

Trevor felt something tighten in his chest.

Maya tilted her head. "But you do."

Trevor’s hand clenched into a fist against his thigh.

This was wrong.

He was supposed to be leading this conversation. He was supposed to be in control.

So why—why did it feel like Maya was the one who had planned this from the start?

"Shut up," Trevor muttered.

Maya’s smile widened slightly. "Did I hit a nerve?"

Trevor shot up from his seat, his chair scraping against the floor. "I said shut the fuck up!"

The restaurant fell silent.

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Maya didn’t flinch.

She didn’t move.

She just sat there, watching him, her crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Trevor’s breathing was heavy, uneven. His hands were shaking.

Maya exhaled, tilting her head slightly.Top of Form

Trevor’s breathing was ragged, uneven, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. His body trembled with an emotion he couldn’t quite name—anger, humiliation, frustration, something deeper, something raw and unfiltered. His vision tunneled, his mind spinning with fragmented thoughts, each one sharper than the last.

And yet, despite all of it, Maya simply sat there.

Watching.

Waiting.

Assessing.

A slow exhale left her lips, controlled, deliberate. Then, she tilted her head just slightly, the motion almost lazy.

"There it is," she murmured, her voice like silk woven with steel. "Your true face."

Trevor flinched.

His fingers twitched before he lifted his hand and pressed it against his face, covering his expression as if that would somehow erase what had just happened. As if he could push everything back into the neat, composed version of himself he had so carefully constructed.

’No. No, no, no—this isn’t how it was supposed to go.’

Maya should have wavered.

She should have hesitated.

She should have listened.

Instead, she was tearing through every layer he had put in place, peeling them back like they were nothing. His carefully crafted words, his calculated pacing, his subtle manipulations—she was dismantling all of it with a single look.

And worse?

She was making him feel seen.

Too seen.

’Why…? Why does she look at me like that?’

His fingers curled tighter against his face. His nails dug into his skin. The whispers in the restaurant were growing louder now, a dull, grating noise in the back of his mind, a chorus of attention he had unwittingly drawn to himself.

But he didn’t care.

He couldn’t care.