“Are you ignoring me?” he said flatly. “Are you trying to make me lose my mind?”
I sighed, ignoring the alarm bells shrieking through my skull. “You know, very soon, you will have to make peace with the fact that you will be seeing more of me, Revandrel. Sometimes weekly. Sometimes daily. I work for you now. We have a contract. I am here for the next ten years.”
“Do not even remind me,” he growled.
“No, I think you need the reminder. Pretending it is not happening will not make it go away. The sooner you accept it, the easier this becomes for both of us.”
His eyes darkened. “The queen of ignoring what she does not want to face is lecturing me about avoidance?”
Damn. Walked right into that one, did I not?
I looked away, uncertain now. Do I leave? Stay and swim?
“Go away, Baevera. Do
