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In my hair.
In my robe.
On my skin.
Instead they’re clutching each other.
I step closer. “Kastle?”
His gaze falls on the candles I lit. He doesn’t say anything about it. Doesn’t tease me. Doesn’t smile. Nothing.
I take his hand and pull him further into the apartment. “Is it Glory?” I ask quietly. “Did something happen?”
I can make the switch from lover to friend. Glory is more important. Glory is family.
Kastle glances up. Looks at me.
It’s not Glory.
It's something else.
I run a hand over my sheer robe, hoping his eyes will follow the journey. Hoping the sight of my bra that barely covers anything and the matching garter set will fix whatever wall is between us. Whatever’s keeping that darkness in his eyes.
I drape my fingers on his chest. Right above the tattoo of the lock and key.
His heart is beating like crazy.
So he’s not as unaffected as he might seem.
I take courage from that and cup his chin. Leaning in to kiss him, I get near enough to hover my lips over his when Kastle stops me by clutching my wrist.
I freeze. “What?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he growls.
I’ve never heard that tone. I’ve never seen that look in his eyes. At least, not aimed at me.
My voice trembles. “Tell you what?”
“About the fight between you and my mom. About the building.” He pauses. "And the reason behind the pictures.”
The room starts spinning. Candles flicker unsteadily, a warning dance. Shadows crawl across the ceiling. Betrayal thickens the air. Falls over the robe and the lingerie and the roses I scattered at our feet.
I stumble back. “I can explain.”
“Can you?” He stares me dead in the eyes. So dark. So firm. “Will you lie to me? Or try to play it off? How are you going to twist me to do what you want, Kaelyn?”
My eyes flutter to the floor and I haphazardly reach out to gather the robe and hold it secure around me. A cold breeze rushes through the room and shrouds my naked body.
I feel exposed. Unsteady. Like the ground shifted beneath my feet.
“What I don’t understand,” he shakes his head, “is why you didn’t come to me. The moment my mom went that low you should have called me. We would have figured it out together. Instead you fought her on your own. You dropped to the mud with her the first chance you could get. Why?”
“I didn’t want you to have to choose.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes. I swear.” My fingers tremble as they find my hair. Rake. Tug. “I’m sorry.”
