Page 114 of Reign

He says nothing.

And I know immediately.

My mouth falls open. “Oh my God. You’re talking about the bathroom.”

“You omitted relevant information.”

I scoff. “So what?”

“So what?” he echoes.

“Yes, so what.” I lean in. “If I had told you the truth, you wouldn’t have done it.”

His jaw tightens.

I point at him.

“See? You wouldn’t have.”

“Probably not.”

“Exactly.” I sit back. “And I wanted to have sex.”

The words hang there.

Luciano says nothing. I hate when he does that.

“The problem with that night wasn’t that I didn’t tell you,” I say. “It was that you barely looked at me afterward. You didn’t speak to me. Then you left.”

Luciano’s expression changes.

“You’re right.”

I blink. “What?”

“I should’ve spoken to you before I left.”

The easy admission steals my next argument.

“You should have,” I say, because I refuse to let his emotional maturity ruin a perfectly good grievance.

“You also should’ve answered when I gave you the opportunity.”

“I already told you why I didn’t.”

“Yes. You wanted to have sex.”

“Exactly.”

“You’re very committed to that defense.”

“Because it’s a good defense.”

“It’s certainly concise.”

I cross my arms. “Asshole.”

“If I’d approached you afterward, Elena, then what? One of your brothers would’ve involved himself. Again.”