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“Better than this? Does that mean Elise isbetter than this?”
With his fingers still locked around my wrist, he stared me down.
I twisted out of his grasp, and he let me go. “Stay out of my business—”
“Do you still love Cauldron?”
The question had me taken aback.
“I think you do. And I don’t know how you can screw someone if you’re in love with someone else.”
I stared.
He stared back.
Both of us were fuming.
And then I walked away. “Fuck off, Grave.”
* * *
I returned to Bartholomew’s side, trying to look as normal as possible.
He’d just scribbled a bid on a piece of paper and dropped it inside.
“Nice painting.”
He gave a shrug and continued to the next piece.
“Why did you bid, then?”
“That’s what you do, right?” He stopped in front of the next one. “What do you think about this?”
I looked at the bright colors of the garden, the pastel hues of the flowers. “It’s pretty.”
“Looks like it belongs in a bathroom.” He moved on to the next one.
“So…what’s the plan for tonight?”
“Straight down to business, I see. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you enjoy this line of work.”
“I guess it is a bit thrilling…”
“Well, that’s too bad…”
“What’s too bad?”
He stared at the next painting, hands resting in his pockets.
I waited for an answer. “What’s too bad?” I repeated.
Again, he ignored me.
* * *
At the end of the night, Bartholomew took me home.
On the drive, he got a phone call. Whenever he answered the phone, he didn’t say anything, just listened to the silence on the other end. After a few seconds, he said, “It’s all there? Good.” He hung up.
