Chapter 68

He looks away sulkily, a furrowed brow, eyes gaining stormy dark hues and that edge to his tone; Always a fucking dig in his words that take what he says and makes it something else entirely. This is what he does. Says something almost nice and yet in a way that clarifies he doesn’t mean it or is messing with you or putting you down.

“Sure… Is that why you spent so much time and energy trying to kick me out of your life last time around?” I snap in response, still holding on to ounces of hurt and resentment for all that has gone on before. I knew drinking was a bad idea, and my mess of emotions and old grudges are starting to spew out from that little box I swore to leave it all tightly packed in. Temper churning when fuelled by bitterness.

Alexi glares at me. That deathly anger of a madman shakes his head as though I have no right to say that.

“Let it go. I had my reasons, and you’re here now, aren’t you?” He turns away as though dismissing me for something minor,