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But the seed of doubt he’d planted in my mind took root. What if he was right? Could Fee’s place be by my side? Could she be the one for me? In spite of everything that put us on opposing sides?
And would she even want to be? And if that was the case—why would she be criticizing me in front of everybody? Why would she take their side over mine?
I chose to focus on the anger flaring in my chest. “Here I thought we were making up, but instead, you’re trying to piss me off all over again.”
Matt chuckled, stood, and stretched his well-built frame. “And that’s my cue to leave you to your bullshit and self-pity.” He shook his head as if I was a lost cause, then snatched the bottle, which pissed me off even more.
I flipped him off.
Not that he cared—evidently, since he didn’t even turn back and left me alone on the balcony. It was probably better that way because in the mood I was currently in, there was a decent chance I would manage to fuck up our friendship—no matter what he was saying.
The cool night air felt cool on my skin as I sat alone once again. Though I couldn’t get Matteo’s words out of my mind. Was the story I’d been telling myself bullshit?
I’d been so angry at the world—my parents’ betrayal. The situation I found myself in. But Matt was right—my mother didn’t really have a choice in the matter. My father and Senior Moretti were the ones to blame.
And Fiona?
Fiona was an opinionated little princess, and even though I thought I hated it, somehow, I admired her for it. She wasn’t afraid to stand firm in her convictions.
Wasn’t afraid to call me out.
She would fight for what she believed was right. And she would sacrifice herself for those she loved.
Had sacrificed herself.
I groaned. I couldn’t drag my princess into my mess of a life. I cared too much for her to do that. I should’ve stayed away from her. Should stay away.
And yet.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Iturned my chair around and stared over at Fee’s balcony.
The gap between her balcony and mine seemed smaller than ever before. I’d taken the room next to hers to be able to monitor her.
That’s why I heard her having the nightmare when she did. I groaned. I should apologize to her and get it over with right away. There was no better moment than now.
In a swift motion, I jumped up and over the gap onto Fiona’s balcony, wobbled a bit at the landing—damn vodka—then moved to the sliding door.
Her room was dark, the door open. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, followed by a surge of protective instincts roaring to life. Why would she leave the door open while sleeping?
Fucking hell.
She needed protection—from her own stupidity.
I pushed the door open, entered, and my eyes locked onto the bed, expecting her to be sound asleep.
But instead of finding her in a peaceful slumber, I barely saw the movement coming from my left before she jumped me with a fierce battle scream…and a blanket.
If my legs hadn’t been slightly unstable to begin with, I would’ve caught her no problem, but as it were, she tackled me down to the floor with surprising strength and momentum.
She tangled her bedsheet around me and wrapped me up like a mummy as we fell together.
I turned us in the last second, so she landed on me, her forehead bouncing off my collarbone rather painfully.
Uff.
There I lay, on the ground, and for a moment, the world spun out of control until her thrashing heartbeat against me grounded me and zoomed me back into the present.
