"Navy," Honor started, but I stopped him.
"No," I firmly asserted, cutting my eyes. "I've given you one too many chances to talk. Now you can listen."
"Ight," he replied.
"I… I don't know what's happening with you. You're getting into it with your brothers, ignoring me, and I just?—"
"Navy, nothing is going on with me," he stressed, as if the lie were enough to pacify the feeling churning in my gut.
"Stop lying," I spat. "If I'm being honest, nothing I have to say has anything to do with Crown. Your issues with him are exactly that… yours. What I wanna talk about is us and the fact that you think it's okay to lie to me."
"I've never lied to you," Honor spoke so sincerely that I might've believed him had I not known better.
"That's the second lie you've told since standing here. Lie again, and I swear…" I let out a heavy breath because talking to Honor was the equivalent of watering concrete. "You lied to me at the hospital the day I walked in, and Choyce was in the room. You lied about telling Kage not to let anyone in the room when the 'anyone'you didn't want to walk in was me."
"I didn't?—"
"You did. I know you, Honor Gravehart. I can sketch you blindly and still capture every subtle detail of your face. Those subtle twitches you think no one catches, I do."
I let my words seep in because Honor needed to know I had spent the better part of my life learning to speak his language.
"You lied to me, and for what… Choyce?" There would never be a time when her name didn't leave a bitter taste behind.
Honor said nothing, and those subtle tells that normally gave him away were nonexistent. My hands slammed into his chest and did little to move him. He just stood in front of me, tall and handsome yet so fucking lifeless.
"Did you hear me?" I smacked his chest again, wanting a reaction even if it was one that put me in harm's way. I wanted Honor to feel because if he could feel, then I knew he was still with me and still fighting to be the Honor who'd run through fire to protect me. If not, I would know I lost and failed him.
"Navy," he rasped, his voice almost too low to hear. "There's a bunch of shit I can say right now to explain why I lied, but it doesn't matter. Everything I fucking do gets done because and for you."
"So, you lied for my benefit," I scoffed over the conversation. "You got it, Honor."
Moving past him, I slipped from the bathroom, heading toward our closet.
"Navy, wait!" Honor called out, grabbing my wrist. "Since when did you stop trusting me?" His eyes pleaded for me not to make this a thing, but it was too late.
"Since you gave me a reason not to."
"What reason did I give?"
"When I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, I knocked yours on the floor. Imagine my surprise when I saw your screen full of notifications from Choyce."
"If you seen 'em, then you know I haven't seen 'em or said shit to her."
"You forreal right now?" I asked, tilting my head and lowering my lashes.
"Fuck you think?" he gritted.
Chuckling, I removed my wrist from his possession and continued to the closet. Going to my side, I searched through my clothes. I snatched a hoodie from a hanger and a pair of leggings from another. I pulled off the pajama set I planned to lie around in all day and tossed it at his stupid ass. He caught it midair, grinning.
"Gotta be quicker than that, my baby."
"Fuck you!" I spat, wishing I could punch him in his stomach the way his nonchalance was doing me.
"Where you think you're going?" Honor asked as I got dressed.
"Out." I shrugged, walking out of our closet and over to my vanity. I grabbed Honor's favorite perfume and doused myself in it just to be petty.
"Where and with who?"
