Edward tilted his head slightly, studying him. "You've been weird lately."
James's eyes snapped up immediately—a brow raised, feigning nonchalance. "Define 'weird.'"
"You're twitchier. Guarded. Almost skittish. Like you're holding something back—hiding something."
James's chest tightened, but he masked it with a shrug. "Maybe I am. Or maybe I'm just tired of watching you ruin your life with a woman you don't even love."
Edward snorted, his mood taking a nosedive into the pits of irritation and disdain.
"Veronica again?"
James mentally gave himself a pat on the back for successfully deviating the issue.
"She's a disease you keep feeding," he further snapped, more sharply than intended. "You told me the truth that night, Edward. When you were drunk—you said it yourself
