A frown pulls at the corners of his mouth. “On edge,” he echoes.
“Yes.”
“Look, I don’t give a shit if you snap at me, but don’t be rude to Karra.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” I let out a tired breath. “I didn’t mean to insult her. I’ll apologize to her. But—” I stop, about to stick my foot in my mouth again.
“What?” His gaze sharpens.
“Nothing.”
“Say it.”
I shrug. “I’m just saying, when someone is all over you like that, they’re usually overcompensating for something.”
“Yeah, well, when someone reacts the way you did, it usually means they’re jealous.” There’s a mocking note in his voice. “Were you jealous, cowgirl?”
My pulse quickens. “I wasn’t jealous.” Do I sound defensive? I’m worried I sound defensive. “I don’t care who you get with.”
“You sure about that? Because from where I was sitting, it sure as fuck looked like you care.”
“I don’t.”
I don’t think I’m being dishonest. Am I? No, I can’t be. Idon’tcare. He’s my friend and I’m not over Cross. Admitting anything else would be way too messy and far too complicated.
“You’re wrong,” I force out.
He moves closer, his green eyes fixed on my face. Searching. Studying.
“You’re lying,” he says, his voice rough. “I just don’t know if you’re lying to me or to yourself.”
I don’t answer.
Gray releases me from his gaze, shaking his head to himself. “Have a good night, Darlington.”
He steps out the door. It buzzes shut, and I remain standing alone with everything we left unresolved.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my heartbeat.
Hellfuck.
Interrogation Transcript
Date:05/12/11 NE
Time:19:55 P.M.
Conducted by:Captain Jerrika Quinn, Silver Elite
Suspect:Colonel Marina Serrano, Tin Block
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Quinn:And your parents?
Serrano:No. I already told you, I wasn’t close with them.
Quinn:Why’s that? You neglected to say.
