Chapter 85

Arrick puts the flowers on the bed and walks after me, catching my wrist as I move around and tugs me back to face him. I have no choice but to be pulled, always at a disadvantage with him having way more muscle than me. I sigh in irritation.

“It’s a white flag… For a shitty reaction… Just take the flowers, Sophs. I bought them for you.” He seems completely normal, with no hint of any heartfelt apology, just that infuriating deadpan expression when he hides his innermost feelings. That smug attitude that he knows how to handle me because he knows me and thinks that is worth anything now.

“Fine!” I yank my wrist free and push past him, stalking toward the bed. I walk to the edge and pick up the bunch of flowers, surprised by how heavy it feels, how much prettier they are up close, and how gorgeous they smell. There’s a tiny flicker of doubt, possibly my resolve weakening at how thoughtful it was that he drove somewhere to pick these up for me before coming here. I only ta