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It was like talking to a rock.
“It will never happen again,” I tried again. “In my defense, I didn’t know there was a third roommate.”
Just when I expected another hmm, he gave me a look of disbelief.
“So, if it was a guest, it would have been fine?”
My mouth opened, then closed. I stuttered, something I rarely do, but this man kept triggering it out of me.
“I—I didn’t mean it that way.”
“Right.”
“I already apologized.”
“Hmm.”
Why did that hmm sound more sarcastic than the last? Impatience bloomed. I tried to keep it in, but some of it vibrated in my voice.
“I’m trying to apologize.”
“Okay.”
“And you’re an asshole.”
That caught his attention as he pinned me with his gaze again.
“How am I an asshole?”
“You know how,” I bit out.
He stepped forward, the first movement he made since I got in his face. He got in my face, too, searing gray filling my vision.
“You already apologized. I answered. End of story. Let’s not make it more complicated than it already is, okay?”
I scowled at him. He scowled back. I couldn’t understand what complication he was talking about, but it wasn’t like he was going to explain it to me. I realized that he was partially right. The more I brought it up, the more I was going to be met with his cold wall and we were going to clash.
Tension rose and swirled around us, making my skin hum. Thinking of Matthew and how this was going to be problematic for him, I stepped back first. But I couldn’t resist one last glare.
“Hmm,” I said, mirroring his words and tone. “Fine.”
That caught him off-guard, his eyes widening a fraction, but I didn’t stay to see the rest of his reaction. Instead, I turned and stalked off, holding back the urge to slam the door like he did. The man was too much—too intense, too cold, too broody. Too rude. Whatever. I already apologized.
But I still didn’t feel good about it.
“Not your problem,” I repeated like a mantra when I continued walking until I reached the back door. I needed air. I couldn’t have Matthew and Sebastian seeing me like this. I needed the place they offered and couldn’t risk throwing it all away, which meant I couldn’t let Rupert get in my head.
But oh, the man was deplorable.
“Stop freaking thinking about him, Sophie Grace Jones.”
It was easier said than done, but I tried. I pushed open the door and stepped into the alley, eager for a dose of fresh air to clear my head. I inhaled deeply, stilling before I could even exhale.
The smell of blood came first.
Then my gaze landed on the gigantic pile of dead rats in front of me, their black orbs empty and dark red seeping from their broken limbs.
CHAPTER 4
