telling him. He did need to know but his demanding, his strolling back in here after months away, sent my temper into a flare.
"That you gave up. I've been the one keeping things together for the last few months while you ran off to deal with your issues." I made a point of looking him up and down as I said this. "Issues that didn't seem to be much of anything , from the look of things."
"This is still my place."
I threw my hands up. "You're right. It is. And if I do something that concerns this building, I will make sure to consult with you. But I'm not. My business isn't yours. Stay out of my life. Don't have people keeping tabs on me. And don't worry about how I'm doing. I can take care of myself."
"It doesn't have to be like this. You're overreacting."
I shrugged and crossed my arms. "Fine. Go ahead. Explain."
"I was afraid of what I'd do if I stayed. I was afraid I'd hurt you."
"Because you went so crazy? Yeah, I remember now. You look like you really went through the wringer while you were gone." It was an absurd statement, considering he was glowing in good health.
"I didn't know what I'd do."
"You were so afraid of hurting me but leaving was the most hurtful thing you could've done."
"Why are you being so stubborn?"
"Cormac, it's over. You and I are done." I just had to try and convince myself as hard as I was trying to convince him. Because I felt a lot of things right now: raw, hurt, crushed. But nowhere, in all of the emotions swirling to the surface, did I feel even the slightest bit finished.
I turned and headed into the castle with Cormac on my heel s when it hit me, we were both headed to the same place.
I continued to walk even though I had no clue as to what I was going to do and Cormac continued to follow me. I wrenched open the door, and the smiles of the guards as they looked at Cormac with hero worship just made me more agitated.
I made it to the penthouse, Cormac silently following. When I walked in, and saw the door to the guest bedroom open, I remembered Dark had guard duty at the side entrance tonight. It was a relief to be able to fight this out in private , if that was what it was going to come to.
I watched Cormac walk into the living room and relax onto the couch, like time had stood still. He'd already changed into his white shirt and pants and looked just like he had before he left.
"You need to find a new place to sleep." I tried to avoid looking at him as he folded his arms behind his head and crossed his ankles.
"Can't do that." His voice was in complete control again. Any weakness he'd shown outside was walled off. He was digging in and I could battle him or not, but I knew him well enough to know he'd set his course.
"Why?"
"Because you told everyone I was out searching for a place for them while I was gone. I've since informed them that this still seems to be the best location, which, by the way is truthful. How do I explain getting booted from my penthouse after returning?"
"I don't care. Make something up. I'm not giving up my bedroom."
"And even if I were willing, which I'm not, where would I go? This place is packed tighter than a sardine can."
"I don't care. You found somewhere to sleep for the last three months, go back there."
"No." He managed to shrug somehow while he was reclined.
"You gave it up. It's mine." I knew it was useless. Why was I even bothering? He wasn't going to budge.
He made a loud show of yawning as he stretched and got up.
"You aren't sharing my room," I said, seeing where this was heading and walked into the bedroom first, shutting and locking the door before he could come in.
"If you refuse to leave, you can sleep on the couch," I yelled it through the door. "And besides, when the hell did you start sleeping again, anyway?" I didn't get a response but was too chicken to open the door back up and see how he was reacting.
I collapsed on the bed, prepared to be awake for the rest of what was left of the night, knowing Cormac was on the
"That you gave up. I've been the one keeping things together for the last few months while you ran off to deal with your issues." I made a point of looking him up and down as I said this. "Issues that didn't seem to be much of anything , from the look of things."
"This is still my place."
I threw my hands up. "You're right. It is. And if I do something that concerns this building, I will make sure to consult with you. But I'm not. My business isn't yours. Stay out of my life. Don't have people keeping tabs on me. And don't worry about how I'm doing. I can take care of myself."
"It doesn't have to be like this. You're overreacting."
I shrugged and crossed my arms. "Fine. Go ahead. Explain."
"I was afraid of what I'd do if I stayed. I was afraid I'd hurt you."
"Because you went so crazy? Yeah, I remember now. You look like you really went through the wringer while you were gone." It was an absurd statement, considering he was glowing in good health.
"I didn't know what I'd do."
"You were so afraid of hurting me but leaving was the most hurtful thing you could've done."
"Why are you being so stubborn?"
"Cormac, it's over. You and I are done." I just had to try and convince myself as hard as I was trying to convince him. Because I felt a lot of things right now: raw, hurt, crushed. But nowhere, in all of the emotions swirling to the surface, did I feel even the slightest bit finished.
I turned and headed into the castle with Cormac on my heel s when it hit me, we were both headed to the same place.
I continued to walk even though I had no clue as to what I was going to do and Cormac continued to follow me. I wrenched open the door, and the smiles of the guards as they looked at Cormac with hero worship just made me more agitated.
I made it to the penthouse, Cormac silently following. When I walked in, and saw the door to the guest bedroom open, I remembered Dark had guard duty at the side entrance tonight. It was a relief to be able to fight this out in private , if that was what it was going to come to.
I watched Cormac walk into the living room and relax onto the couch, like time had stood still. He'd already changed into his white shirt and pants and looked just like he had before he left.
"You need to find a new place to sleep." I tried to avoid looking at him as he folded his arms behind his head and crossed his ankles.
"Can't do that." His voice was in complete control again. Any weakness he'd shown outside was walled off. He was digging in and I could battle him or not, but I knew him well enough to know he'd set his course.
"Why?"
"Because you told everyone I was out searching for a place for them while I was gone. I've since informed them that this still seems to be the best location, which, by the way is truthful. How do I explain getting booted from my penthouse after returning?"
"I don't care. Make something up. I'm not giving up my bedroom."
"And even if I were willing, which I'm not, where would I go? This place is packed tighter than a sardine can."
"I don't care. You found somewhere to sleep for the last three months, go back there."
"No." He managed to shrug somehow while he was reclined.
"You gave it up. It's mine." I knew it was useless. Why was I even bothering? He wasn't going to budge.
He made a loud show of yawning as he stretched and got up.
"You aren't sharing my room," I said, seeing where this was heading and walked into the bedroom first, shutting and locking the door before he could come in.
"If you refuse to leave, you can sleep on the couch," I yelled it through the door. "And besides, when the hell did you start sleeping again, anyway?" I didn't get a response but was too chicken to open the door back up and see how he was reacting.
I collapsed on the bed, prepared to be awake for the rest of what was left of the night, knowing Cormac was on the
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