I stood there, trying to make sense of everything Izzy was saying, but it still felt like too much. Why did he care so much that I understood? Why was he so desperate to make sure I knew that nothing happened with that girl? It felt like... like he’d already made up his mind about us. Like he was pursuing something—pursuing me—and he wanted to be clear about where he stood.
But that didn’t make sense. He and I had done nothing but argue since we met, and there were things about him that I couldn’t get past. Things that made me question everything about him. And one of those things stood out above the rest.
“You drink too much,” I blurted out, the words escaping before I could stop them. I could feel Asena pause, dramatically waiting for his response.
Izzy blinked, taken aback. “What?”
