Nearly a week went by, and Makarius stayed back, only checking in here and there. It felt like I was getting a cold shoulder, and the whole situation just made me more tangled up in my own head. Then he walked into my room.
“What do you want?” I snapped, not bothering to hide the edge in my voice.
“They’re inviting us to their party. You want to go?”
“Nope,” I said flatly.
“Victoria,” he said, sitting down next to me. “You’re mad at me?”
“Oh, brilliant observation. What gave it away?”
He kissed me, and damn it, my body caved like a house of cards in a breeze.
“I stayed away because of your arm. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“That’s your excuse?” I shot back, still pissed.
“You’re cute when you’re angry,” he said, grinning.
I glared at him, my eyes scanning his face, searching for t
