Chapter 67

“You don’t like my family?” He asks seriously, frowning at me, and I can’t tell if he is annoyed by that fact or curious. He’s being his usual self and giving nothing away about his feelings or thoughts. Sometimes I wish I had a tiny inkling of what happens in his head—just once.

“Your family seem nice, and I already knew a couple of them. I’m fine. I’m not really in the party mood yet; I take time to warm up,” I answer quietly, dodging his intense focus and glancing at passing clouds right by the window.

“You regret coming?” He presses the matter a little tighter toned.

Jesus, he’s like the Spanish Inquisition, and I don’t get why he cares so much about this.

“No, it’s… nothing.” I exhale in defeat, my body tensing with increasing stress levels. No idea why I feel like I owe him an explanation. I turn away and look out of the window more obviously in the hope he’ll leave me to sit here alone and let me be. I need quiet headspace to sober up and stop being su