Clenching my hands into fists, I marched to the sofa and sat.I didn’t look at him, wishing he would just go away and leave me alone.
Edge walked around the coffee table, then pushed it back from the sofa, allowing more room as he sat on it directly in front of me.
I kept my focus on my bare feet.Right up until his finger curled beneath my chin, tilting it back until our eyes met.For long seconds, he stared back at me while I was mesmerized by his bright blue eyes.I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen that color before.
Even as the anger and hurt churned, I couldn’t deny I wanted to get lost in those eyes.Just one more time.
“I owe you an explanation,” he finally said, his tone cooler than before.
It took a second for his words to register.In an effort to maintain my mad, I snarled, “Yes, you do.”
The corners of his eyes squinted, but they didn’t quite narrow.I could see his restraint.He didn’t appreciate my bratty attitude.
“Did you want to join the class?”he questioned.
“Yes.”
“Did you not tell us you didn’t want special treatment?”
I opened my mouth to answer, then snapped it closed.
Edge waited me out, holding my gaze.
“Yes, I did.”
“Have you received special treatment?”
“No.”
“Yet you’re still pissed.”
I shook my head.“Not pissed.”I swallowed hard, let my eyes drop from his.“Hurt.”
“Look at me, sweetness.”
“I’m not your sweetness,” I hissed.“Not anymore.”
“Look at me, baby.”
My eyes shot to his instantly, as though that one endearment was all my stupid heart needed to hear.
“I’ve hurt you,” he said, as though he accepted it.
“Yes.”
“What did I do?”
I thought about the pain I’d felt when I walked into the training room on Tuesday, knowing that neither of them was going to be my trainer.That familiar ache ricocheted in my chest, stealing my breath.I refused to cry again.I would not allow him to have that much of me.He didn’t deserve it as far as I was concerned.
“You gave me away.”
He sighed.“I did not.”
I held his gaze.“You did.”I twisted my fingers.“How do you think it makes me feel to know you can just pass me over to another man?Like it doesn’t even bother you?”
“It does bother me.”
“If it did, you wouldn’t’ve done it.”
