"I mean it. Did you sleep at all?"
"A few hours."
She studied me for a long moment, her dark eyes missing nothing. "You want to tell me what happened?"
"Nothing happened."
"Calla."
"Nothing happened," I repeated. "That's the problem."
She was quiet, waiting for me to continue. I wrapped my hands around the coffee cup, letting the warmth seep into my cold fingers.
"I told him how I felt," I admitted. "And he said he couldn't. Not while he's still with Maya."
"That's kind of honorable."
"I know. That's what makes it worse."
Mireya reached across the table and squeezed my hand. "You two are going to drive each other crazy, you know that?"
"I know."
"And you're going to drive everyone around you crazy in the process."
"I know that too."
She sighed and released my hand. "For what it's worth, I think he's doing the right thing. Not because you don't deserve him, but because you deserve someone who comes to you free and clear. Not someone still tangled up in someone else's life."
I wanted to argue. Wanted to say that I didn't care about free and clear, that I just wanted him.
But she was right. They were both right.
And I hated it.
"What do I do now?" I asked.
"You wait. You let him figure out what he wants. And you try not to lose your mind in the process."
"That's terrible advice."
"It's honest advice."
I sipped my coffee and stared out the window at the gray afternoon sky.
Something had changed last night. Something that couldn't be unchanged.
And whatever came next, we'd have to face it.
Whether we were ready or not.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CASSIAN
FIVE YEARS AGO
Six months ago,we'd been planning a trip to Greece. Calla wanted to show me where her mother grew up, the village near Thessaloniki that appeared in all her childhood stories. We'd looked at flights, researched hotels, talked about eating fresh fish by the water and watching the sunset from ancient ruins.
