Chapter 87

He frowns at me, and I look at him like he’s gone nuts. Scrutinizing his face intently and questioning him with my narrowed eyes.

“What?” I screw up my face and pull my hand away, wondering what the hell he’s on. Arrick hesitates, takes a deep breath, and blows it out slowly like he is about to tell me my dog got run over or something equally heart-wrenching.

“Natasha is here. She wants to collect some things and to talk. I need you not to react.” He stares at me pleadingly, and I get that heavy pit of weight hitting me in the gut. I glare at him and go back to my plate. Throwing off his look, head down, and acting like I don’t give a shit.

“I’m staying right here to eat. I’m not moving from this room, so if you want to talk, then take her elsewhere.” I snap petulantly and carry on lifting food with my chopsticks. He takes a deep breath, puts his knees on the ground, and straightens so his head is more on my level. I can sense his apprehension coming off him in dro