I followed him into the dark corridor and said, "You can't keep doing this, Rogan," in a shaky but forceful voice. "You can't ignore me like I'm unimportant."
His back tensed as he stopped in the middle of his stride, but he didn't look back. Rather, he let out a sharp breath and combed through his tangled hair.
He said in a quiet, aloof voice, "This isn't about you, Ava."
My anger erupting, I retorted, "Oh, don't give me that." "I deserve to know why you're retreating. We simply— I stammered, remembering our kiss as I spoke. We simply had something. Or I believed that we did.
I briefly believed he would completely ignore me, but then he turned with an unreadable face. His normally ferocious eyes were aloof, as if he had already decided on something he couldn't bring himself to speak o
