I whip around. His eyes are locked on mine, and yes, they look tired, but that doesn’t make it any less cruel. I feel the sting before I speak. “Are you driving me away too?”
“Claire, I need sleep. Two hours, max. Then I’m back to work. I don’t have time to entertain either of you.” He drags a hand through his hair, letting out a deep breath. “So just go back to your room.”
He doesn’t wait for the words gathering on my tongue, just shuts the door in my face.
I stare at the closed door. Behind me, Katya bursts into laughter.
“Looks like you won’t have a husband much longer,” she says as she turns to walk away, casual as if she’s talking about the weather.
I follow her, of course. She can’t just say that and walk off.
“What do you mean by that?” I snap, quickening my pace to catch up.
