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When he starts for the bathroom, I jump toward him. “Wait.”
He stops. “Yes?”
Clearing my throat, I muster up the courage to croak, “There’s something we need to discuss.”
Apprehension causes Kai’s scar to deepen as he furrows his eyebrows. “Now?”
“Now.” Forcing a neutral expression, I try not to let it show on my face how petrified I am. “It’s about us—how I’d like our relationship to be going forward.”
Suddenly, Kai’s the one who looks scared.
Shaking his head and backing away, he simply states, “I understand. No explanation is needed, Your Majesty. If you’ll excuse me…”
He disappears into the bathroom and shuts the door, leaving our conversation abruptly.
Again.
Before, with the lycans, he had a reason to cut me off, but this time it’s just rude.
When I hear the water turn on, anger floats in like a red haze.
It’s one thing to be uninterested in me. It’s another to completely disregard me when I have something to say.
Kai’s always had the utmost respect for me, and I’ve come to depend on his willingness to listen. To hear me.
This isn’t like him. He doesn’t run from unpleasant situations. He’s had to deal with a lot worse than the likes of me.
On the other hand, maybe a pathetic, codependent woman is his hard limit.
Well, we’re going to iron this shit out whether he likes it or not.
No more dodging. The guessing games are going to stop.
Bursting into the bathroom, I unabashedly invade his privacy. He’s standing in the middle of the bathtub, naked. Underneath a hot spray, he’s soaping himself up and scrubbing away the dirt and lycan blood.
His backside is my view, and his insanely muscular ass draws my attention right away. It’d be easy to let myself get distracted by the stomach-fluttering sight, but it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.
Looking over his shoulder, he cuts me a side glance. He doesn’t ask why I’m in here, but he doesn’t tell me to get out either.
Neutral. So fucking neutral. The indifference is worse than anything.
I put my hands on my hips. “It’s funny, you know?”
“What’s funny?”
“I didn’t peg you for a coward.”
My implication that he lacks bravery hits a nerve, and his gaze narrows with irritation as he continues washing himself. With his rear still facing me, he roughly scrubs his beard.
Annoyance is evident in his body language, and I like it. I want to get under his skin. Anything is better than apathy.
“You’re going to have to tell me what you’re referring to,” he deadpans. “I’m not a mind reader.”
“Finally! A request for communication.”
“And I’m listening. State your grievances, my queen, and I will atone.”
I’m all flustered now, and I don’t know where to start. “In the last challenge, you were different.”
