He stood and she let out a small sigh of relief as he put Wally down on the chair.
He studied her closely, but it was hard to read the expression on his face.
Was he going to hurt her? She braced herself just as a wave of dizziness hit her.
Shit.
She stumbled and fell onto the bed.
“What’s wrong?”
He sounded almost kind, but she wasn’t buying it. There was something a bit off about him.
“Nothing,” she muttered. “Absolutely nothing.”
Couldn’t he see what was wrong?
“I think you’re lying.”
“You don’t know me well enough to tell when I’m lying.”
“That’s true. But you’re pale and dizzy. Plus, you’re here. You can’t be fine living here.”
“I’m surviving.”
“I suppose that’s all any of us can do,” he replied.
Right.
“Who are you and what do you want?” she asked tiredly.
“Why are you dizzy and pale?” he countered.
“Those are personal questions, don’t you think?” she asked.
She’d had enough of this guy. Her head was throbbing and she felt ill.
Maybe there was something wrong with her. Maybe she’d survived all the shit in her life just to be taken out by an illness.
Wow.
Someone up there really did hate her if that was the case.
It felt like there was no winning in this life for her.
“And you don’t think asking my name is personal?” he said to her.
“You’re in my bedroom!”
“Good point. This is your room. In his house.”
She flinched. She didn’t need the reminder that she wasn’t safe anywhere.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
The words were right. But there was something about the way he delivered them . . . urgh, she was too dizzy and tired to work it out.
“I apologize. I should have introduced myself. I’m North, Jared’s assistant.”
