Her chin quivered and breaths became shallow. Instead of the tears I expected, she whispered vehemently, “I hate you.”
I watched as the tears finally rolled down her cheeks. I could work with hate. It was a passionate emotion that could be swayed as long as it continued to burn.
I cupped her face, and she turned her head. “You won’t always.”
“Try me.”
I raised a brow and pulled away. “I intend to.”
I went back to the wardrobe, feeling Calista’s gaze travel over me, and retrieved a clean shirt. When I faced her again, she quickly averted her eyes.
“Do you have to do that?”
I laughed and put it on. “As much as I enjoy your scent, the smell of your vomit is not as enticing.”
She swiped at her cheeks. “I’d like to go to my room.”
The bed dipped as I returned to my spot next to her. “Once you heal. Go to sleep, Calista. We both need our rest.”
She turned her back to me and tugged on the blanket to pull it up. I moved to give her more slack.
“Don’t you dare get under the cover.”
I smirked as my eyes grew heavier. “I would only dream of it.”
As I drifted off, the music box began to play. Calista’s humming lulled me into a deep sleep and followed me into my dreams.
