Chapter 147. The Piano

Darco’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, I saw something flicker in his eyes—guilt, maybe? Regret? It was hard to tell, and I was not in the mood to decipher him. 

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but I cut him off. 

“Save it,” I said, stabbing my fork into the plate of food that had been brought. “I’ve moved on—or at least, I’m trying to. I don’t need an apology from you. You did what you did.” 

Silence hung heavy between us for a few seconds, the clinking of my fork against the plate the only sound in the room. Then he finally spoke but before he did that, he chuckled to himself. “You really think that I was going to give you an apology? Do you think that I owe you one?” 

I doubled back for a few seconds, trying to see whether I had heard him wrong or whether it was just in my head. But I knew what I had heard, and it really pissed me off. “Excuse me?” I let the fork fall to the plate. 

I don’t know where the courage or bo