"I didn’t know you were capable of walking away from me," Rogan replied in a low, almost reflective voice.
I looked across the room at him, feeling the pressure of his stare. Maintaining a level tone, I answered, "There's a lot you don't know about me." "Maybe it’s time you learned."
For once, he had no swift reply as his lips squeezed into a thin line. His unusually calm demeanor, as though he were attempting to piece together a jigsaw he had been ignoring for too long, was unnerving.
Unspoken words that may change everything if either of us dared to say them out loud splintered through the air between us.
My fingers grazed the leather spine of one book as I turned back to the pile of volumes on the table. As the tempest inside of me continued to brew, I needed the diversion, anything
