Page 58 of Black Reign

Has skin allergies.

“I think I should go.”

His face falls.

“Did I say something?”

“No.”

That part is true.

“This is me.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I am bad at this.”

“Dating?”

“Apparently.”

He leans forward.

“We could try again.”

I wish I wanted to.

“I don't think this is fair to you.”

Recognition arrives.

Marc isn't stupid.

He sits back. “There is someone else.”

My mouth opens.

Closes.

“Not exactly.”

He laughs once. “There is always someone else when a woman says not exactly.”

“He is not⁠—”

I stop.

Who is Ghost?

Not my boyfriend.

Not my lover.

Not even technically a man I've met.

“He is complicated.”

Marc looks amused now instead of wounded.