Chapter Ten.
Letting the door click into place at my back, my first reaction was to do something quick, a sharp comment, a biting one, but I swallowed it. Instead, I smoothed out my face and nodded.
"I'm sorry," I said, making my voice deliberately flat. "It won't happen again."
He looked at me as if I was an annoyance, something he hadn't yet figured out how to handle.
"Sorry for yourself," he growled. " You lack respect for privacy, sorry won't fix things that could have been avoided in the first place. You're Just unruly."
I flinched at the insult, icy and bitter like ice water trickling down my spine. But I didn't flinch. I'd suffered worse. He could spew words as daggers all day long and I'd still stand tall.
I took a deep breath, trying to keep the atmosphere from exploding to
