Chapter 70
Dermos’ POV
The silence in the small storage room felt heavier than the walls.
Ariella rose to her feet when she noticed me and pressed her back against the far side of the room with her back almost touching the shelves behind her.
Her breathing looked uneven, like she had run much farther than just the hallway.
Maybe she had. Her eyes lifted slowly to mine. She didn't look angry, at least not exactly.
She looked hurt, and that look sat strangely in my chest.
I closed the door behind me with the click echoing in the small, tight space.
“Ariella,” I called out, and she immediately looked away.
That alone irritated me more than it should have.
“You’re running from me now?” I asked carefully.
“I’m not running,” she muttered in a tight voice.
“But you just did,” I mutte
