“I don’t have to report to you. I had a meeting with friends.”
“Mmm,” he stretches with a crooked smirk. “So call them. Your friends. Let them save your ass.”
I have nothing to answer that. Tonight I forgot all the billions of people living on this planet—and called him. As always, only him.
“I’ve had enough, Ler. I’m not some boy on call who has nothing better to do than pull you out of trouble.”
“You’ve been pulling around, poor thing,” I mutter, trying to hide my anxiety behind fake carelessness.
His gaze suddenly becomes so calm, distant, cold… like at the beginning of our acquaintance. I flash a bold smile, but in truth these changes scare me to the bone, because I feel how right now he is giving up on us. On me.