Book 17: Don't Go So Deep

Posey

“You’re lying to me about something,” Aris says. My back hits the wall of the alcove. He braces a hand against the wall beside my head, tsking, his hooded eyes meeting mine under the cover of his lashes. “I’ve been trying to figure it out, you know? You felt like you didn’t have any options when it came to the trajectory of your life, and I offered you an out.” The words brush over my temple.

“You offered to marry me, Aris.”

“And?”

“You don’t love me. Doesn’t that matter to you?”

He arches a brow. He smells like whiskey and smoke. Like he’s been resting in front of a fire staring into the flames for hours. “I’m fucking engaged to someone I’ve met once. You tell me.”

“You’re drunk,” I accuse him, and he smiles wryly, his brows arched.