Astaroth knew what scared me most, and it pissed me off more. I knocked his hand aside. “And the third reason?”
A sad smile pulled at his lips. “You’d realize too late that you still love me.”
“Doubtful.” I pushed his hand off the pendant, not wanting to think about the last reason, and tucked it back inside my shirt. “Screw with my head again, and I won’t even think twice next time.”
His lip quirked before he kissed my forehead like he did every night before bed. “Deal.”
“Don’t touch me.” With a huff, I pushed him away. “I want to go home.”
He turned his head, jaw flexing, then stepped to the side where the archway once was to the balcony.
“Astaroth.”
“No,” he said, then disappeared through the wall.
I gave chase but bounced off of it instead.
What the hell just happened?
