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Why is he still following me? Why can’t he just let me go? How many times does a girl have to ask to be left alone for him to understand it? I know he probably isn’t used to hearing no, but still. It isn’t that hard.
I continue walking, not wanting to deal with this right now.
Preferably not ever.
Did he seriously think I’d appreciate this? I didn’t need or want his apology. Especially not hispityapology.
Fingers wrap around my wrist, and before I can blink, he tugs me back. The sudden movement makes me sway on my feet, and I’d have lost my balance if he didn’t place his hand on my waist to steady me. My book, on the other hand, isn’t that lucky. It falls from my hand, hitting me in the foot in the process.
“Shit, I’m sorry. Can we talk?” he asks, his breathing hard from running.
He wants to talk?
As if he agrees with me, Henry growls at him, the sharp sound breaking through the buzzing in my ears.
“You can’t do that!” I mutter, pulling my hand back and placing it on Henry’s back, my fingers sinking into his fur as I give him a small rub to reassure him everything’s okay—to reassure myself too. Really, if I’m being honest, I need it more than he does.
“Do what?” The confusion in his voice is obvious.
Ignorant fool.
“Tugging me left and right.” Soft whispers make my shoulders stiffen, and I swear it feels like a thousand eyes are on me right now. “Not only are you causing a scene,” I say so only he can hear me. “You’re distracting me and Henry, and that’s plaindangerousfor me.”
So much for keeping my cool.
“Shit. I didn’t think about that. I’m sorry. I—”
“Stop.” I lift my hand, cutting off any other words from coming out. “I don’t want or need your apologies, just…” I shake my head. “Just stay away from me.”
This time when I walk away, he doesn’t try to follow.
But somehow, that doesn’t feel as good as I hoped.
CHAPTERSEVEN
SEBASTIAN
I don’t want or need your apologies, just… Just stay away from me.
Birdy’s words—Penelope’swords—ring in my head on repeat like a damn bell.
The look of utter shock and even a trace of fear on her face as those big blue eyes stared at me, completely unseeing, will stay engraved into my memory forever.
You’re distracting me and Henry, and that’s plaindangerousfor me.
I run my hand over my face, feeling the frustration build inside of me.
What the hell was I thinking? I wasn’t. That’s the problem. If I were, I wouldn’t have grabbed her the way I did. But I was desperate to catch up to her. Desperate to get her to talk to me. Desperate to get her tolisten.
Just stay away from me.
And now, none of it would happen.
“Fucking great.”
My fingers clench into a fist as I turn around, but my foot connects with something. Frowning, I look down, my eyes falling on a book.
Well, not a book. Not really. More like a script.
