Celeste
I put my nightgown on and climbed into bed. A few minutes later, Darien walked in.
“We need to talk.”
I rolled over and faced the wall.
He chuckled. “Being a bit childish?”
“I don’t want to talk. I’m tired.”
He sat on the bed and scooted close. “It’s hard for her being here too. Then hearing I’m married and being told by that person she’d be killed—”
I sat up and turned to face him. “If she tries to hurt you, I will. Does she really think people can’t see through her games? The fake innocent crying-for-attention routine? Disgusting. And seeing her clinging to you …” My voice went dark. “She’s lucky she’s still breathing.”
“You’re more savage than I originally thought. Very unladylike.”
A part of me flinched. Maybe he did want someone more fragile. “I’m not in a position to
