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“Has this been going on the whole time since the wedding?” Xavier asks.
“Sort of,” I hedge.
At the same time, Alastor says, “No.”
“Well, that clarifies things,” Xav says dryly.
Damn it, why won’t Alastor look at me?
Frustrated, I tear my gaze away, managing to catch
Trent’s eye. He arches a brow at me, silently questioning if I’m okay. I just shrug and glance away.
“Did you get your sunnies, babe?” Trent asks Xav, and
I feel a surge of gratitude toward him for directing the attention elsewhere.
“Right.” He rushes over to the bench to collect his sunnies, setting them on his head. “We better head to Alicia’s. I guess we’ll...leave you guys to it,” he adds awkwardly, bringing his hand to his ear to mime a phone call while mouthing ‘call me’ at Alastor, as though I won’t be able to decipher the message being relayed right in front of me.
They finally leave and I let out a heavy breath. “Well, that was awkward.”
“Yeah.”
“Are we going to pick up where we left off?” I ask, suddenly feeling hesitant. I have no idea why, but my stomach is roiling it a way it never does around Alastor. He may have made me a little nervous or self-conscious on occasion, but never unsettled like this.
“Nah, I’m kind of tired,” he says, moving away from the sitting area and over to the kitchen.
“Okay then.” I get to my feet and follow after him. “Maybe we can watch a movie? Get some food delivered?”
“Actually, I think maybe you should go.”
I pause in my step, heart stuttering. “What?”
Alastor shrugs, eyes still averted as he mucks about
tidying the kitchen. “It’s been a long day. We could prob- ably both use an early night.”
I don’t have to leave to have an early night.The response is on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t say it; something is telling me no matter what logic I spout, Alastor’s not going to hear it right now. I don’t understand; I thought after last night—and this morning—things had changed.
“Fuck, will you just bloody look at me for two seconds,” I demand, growing insanely frustrated with his avoidance.
His gaze finds mine and I instantly regret the request.
His eyes are completely shuttered. There’s no warmth there. No light. Even before we first got together, his eyes were always blazing with a fiery intensity that communicated his very obvious dislike. But now there’s nothing. Just an eerie blankness. It’s unsettling to say the least.
Bloody hell, if I’ve done something wrong, why can’t he just be angry at me? Anger I can deal with. This... apathy, though? I have no idea where to even start with that.
“What’s wrong?” I ask warily.
He shrugs. “Nothing. I’m just tired.”
My jaw locks with frustration. I know he’s lying, but I
also know I won’t get any answers from his stubborn arse tonight. “Right.” I give a stiff nod and grab my t-shirt from the floor, tugging it on. “I guess I’ll go then.”
He says nothing, seeming determined to pretend I’m not even there as I make my exit. When I get to my car, I yank the door open with a bit more force than is necessary, then slide into the driver’s seat, taking out my frustration on the steering wheel.
Fucking hell. I should have known it was only a matter of time before Alastor turned back into his usual arsehole self. Did he deliberately wait until he had my heart in his hands before crushing it to pieces?
