Wyatt could see I was giving him the cold shoulder. He started fussing over me, offering medicine and rattling off precautions like an annoying checklist I had not asked for.
I could not figure out what game he was playing. My gut told me to stay far away from him at all costs. Why was he suddenly all over me like this? Was he feeling guilty about misunderstanding me and trying to ease his conscience now?
But as he kept yammering on, I could feel fury building inside me. I stared at that face, the one that used to make my pulse race every time I saw it. I clenched my fists and spat out the words.
"Wyatt, we are done."
He barely blinked. He just kept rambling on like I had said nothing at all. But I knew he had heard me loud and clear. I grabbed his arm and forced him to look me in the
