What the fuck is he talking about? I may have a death wish after all and decide to kill him in his sleep tonight.
"Surely you knew before I left." I feel myself getting angrier by the second.
His eyes remain lowered as he begins eating. "I had the loft finished."
Completely ignoring me.
I shouldn't be surprised.
"An extension on the second floor. Completely renovated and ready to be enjoyed."
I think I know where this is going.
"That's great, but I don't understand what this has to do with Hale."
He sets his cutlery down, wiping his clean mouth with a cloth before turning to me.
"We're married. There's no reason for us to sleep in separate rooms. Now that the loft is finished, we have a grand master suite. I thought you would be more appreciative of the upgrade."
I laugh without meaning to. "That's news to me."
"We'll be sharing a room from now on."
No question. No discussion. Not even an attempt to let me argue my case.
"No."
"Excuse me?"
"I'd prefer to stay where I am," I say, internally shaking.
He grins like a fucking psychopath. "That wasn't a request, Keira."
"Ewan—"
"Your things have already been moved."
Heat surges through me as I drop my utensils, making a loud clatter."You had no right."
One of the kitchen staff quickly leaves the room.
"I have every right." His voice stays calm despite my rising temper. "I'm your husband. Hale is my son. This is my house. And you will do as I say."
"He's not your fucking—" I grit out between my teeth, not thinking before I speak.
Ewan's eyes turn cold and deadly. "What did you just say?"
"Nothing. I didn't?—"
"No." He leans forward, voice dropping. "Finish your sentence."
I refuse.
"Answer me, Keira."
"I didn't mean?—"
"You did." His hand slams down on the table so hard the crystal shakes.
