I glanced around, allowing myself a moment to recall what happened. I was too weak, but tried to stand up anyway, only for Sebastian to hold me down.
“Don’t get up.” His voice was stern and demanding.
I cleared my throat. “Let me go. I’m fine.”
“Absolutely not,” he growled. “You arenotfine, Maeve. Stop telling me that you are. Nothing about any of this is fine.”
I looked away from him, but he grabbed hold of my face and forced me to listen.
“You are going to kill yourself if you keep this up. You’resick,and it shows.You think I haven’t noticed that you can’t eat? And I know why, so don't even try to give me some bullshit excuse.”
My heart skipped a beat at the idea of him paying attention to me in such detail that he knew if I was showing up to meals or not. But I rolled my eyes at him. Who was he to act like he cared now? “I know how I look. You and everyone else have no trouble telling me that I look like crap,” I snarled.
He released me and his expression softened into a more sympathetic one. “I don’t mean it like that.” He laid his hand on my arm, but I shrugged it off.
His mouth drew into a tight line. “You need to let me train you again. That's an order.”
“You of all people don't get to order me around.”
“At least let me tell Sawyer what’s going on so he can take it easy on you. You two can stick to the plan we had.”
“I’m surprised you haven't told him already,” I croaked out.
“Oh trust me. I want to and am very close to doing so if you don’t let me help.”
I could tell that he was struggling to have patience with me, but I didn't give him the satisfaction of agreeing. I stared at him blankly, telling him no without verbally responding.
Sebastian rose to his full height and ran his hands through his hair. “Fuck, Maeve!” he shouted out of pure frustration. “I hate seeing you like this. Please just let me help you,” he begged.
Not caring if I pissed him off, I gave him the two-word answer that he was no doubt sick of hearing. “I’m fine.”
He threw his arms up, and I just sat and watched him in awe. How could someone who went from wanting me, to wanting nothing to do with me in a matter of minutes, now stand here and claim that he cared. It didn't make sense.Hedidn't make sense.
I pushed myself off of the ground, fighting my knees as they quivered and quaked. Once stable, I stepped towards him. He straightened his posture, and I looked right into his face.
“I don’t understand you,” I said with a shake of my head.
“I don’t understandyou! You're being so damn stubborn, it's unbelievable. I don’t know why you just won’t let me help you!”
“Have you considered that maybe I’m not being stubborn, that maybe I really just don't want to be around you?”
I can't be around you.
“I don’t care if you want me around or not. You need help and?—”
“You have made it perfectlyclear, Sebastian, that you don’t care what I want,” I flared, and he knew exactly what I was referring to.
His lips parted slightly as if he was going to speak, but I dismissed myself from the situation before he got the chance.
The walk back to my room made for quite the journey as I stumbled over my own feet and battled the blurriness of my eyes. Fortunately, I made it back just in time for me to black out on my bed.
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
“We’re taking the night off, Willawood! Get your ass to Kohen's room. We’re getting drunk tonight!” Sawyer’s voice called through my door.
“I literally just finished putting my training uniform on,” I yelled back through the wall. I couldn't complain though—everyone and their mother knew that I could use a break from wielding.
