Chapter Sixty
Trina’s POV
The shards ring through in my ears, just as I still myself for the drama I know is about to start. My face remains fixed on the plain wall in front of me as the steps get closer, her unmistakable scent filling the room. I can almost feel her gaze dropping to the pieces on the floor, her eyes registering the disaster that has just been made – one that could have easily been avoided if she hadn’t made a habit of sneaking up on me.
“What happened here?” Her voice rises to an octave as she stops in the middle of the kitchen like she can’t see for herself.
“The plate broke,” I mutter, still not budging. I do not want to see the look in her eyes, the haughty expression that never fails to get me all riled up, even though I know I have to act like I am scared to my b
