The moment Yogev buried his face against Heigl's tunic, he held the pressure for a brief, suffocating second before pulling back.
Heigl remained entirely motionless, frozen in place as he tried to anticipate what unhinged act the man would execute next.
As Yogev stepped backward, the volatile rage in his expression settled into a eerie, forced composure. It was only then that Heigl realized with a jolt of quiet humiliation that Yogev had merely pressed against him to wipe the spit from his cheek.
A sharp pang of embarrassment washed over Heigl. He felt a sudden, desperate urge to dissolve into the floorboards, disgusted by how childishly he had acted in the heat of their violent clash.
