Chapter 23
CynthiaVoices floated into my sleepy brain with all the stubbornness of ants invading a kitchen in the summer. I tried to ignore Felix whispering for Roan to leave. And I tried to ignore Roan opening drawers and telling Felix to put a shirt on. I even tried to ignore Felix's arm tightening around me when he said he'd rather stay n***d. That was a great answer because I'd rather he stayed n***d, too.
The thing that finally got me to open my eyes was the bed shifting as Roan sat down on my side. Why couldn't he just leave? I was not in the mood to talk about anything, especially if that talking involved me trying to ignore what Roan had done just a few nights ago.
With only one eye cracked open, I checked the time on the cog wheel wall clock that looked so steampunk it made my
