“What the fuck?” I blurted out. “Those are mom’s cups!”
Levi clenched his jaw, then dropped his gaze. “It’s my fingers.”
“No, it’s not,” I said, using my affinity to gather the pieces into a grocery bag. “Your fingers don’t make you throw shit across the room. What’s your problem?”
He didn’t reply, though his eyes weren’t completely downturned. I tied off the grocery bag, deciding I’d glue the cups back together and make them decorations in the cafe, and then Levi spoke.
“Why do you have her shoes?”
I took a deep breath. “I’m going somewhere.”
“In those shoes? Where?”
“A gala,” I ground out. “With my Links. I’m connected to a Prince, remember?”
Levi’s lips parted, then he closed his eyes. “Why did you tell me that?”
I scoffed. This was the most we’d spoken since I’d come back after the attack on the academy, and this is what he chose to say to me? After wrecking my mom’s shit?
I gripped the bag and the shoes in one hand, then strode for the stairs. My hand hit the bannister when he spoke again.
“Skye.”
I froze.
Levi hadn’t said my name since I’d come back from the attack on the academy. When I turned, I nearly jolted. He was actually looking at me, his dark eyes imploring me in a way I’d never seen before.
“What?” I whispered, a little afraid of what he’d say.
“Don’t go.”
I scoffed before I could temper my response. I was already pissed at him, and I already hated being down here. The years of silence had done damage to me I couldn’t repair, not even now that Levi was getting back to normal.
After a beat of silence, I turned to leave, deciding it was best to not even argue with him. He’d been ignoring me for years on and off, only speaking to insult me, and he expected me to just…do whathe said?
Fuck that.
I headed up the stairs.
“Skye,” his voice cracked. “Listen to me for once. Don’t go.”
I turned slowly, clenching my jaw as I faced him. Levi still wouldn’t look at me, keeping his gaze downturned even as I approached him.
I felt disconnected from my body for a second. Anger was building inside me. My hair was floating in the air, and Levi blinked several times as the edges of his sheets raised into the air.
Fine. We were doing this.
“And why would I listen to you?” I asked coldly.
Levi’s eyes widened, darting up to me for just a second before going back to the bed. He took a couple deep breaths, then he scowled at the sheets.
“Fine. Do what you want. You always did anyway.”
I surged forward until my thighs pressed against the mattress. Levi winced, but I stayed firm even as guilt churned my stomach. My hand twitched like I wanted to slap him, but I really didn’t want to make a habit of slapping men who pissed me off.
Levi continued to scowl.
“Look at me.” I demanded, proud my voice didn’t crack.
