28. Mara
"How long will this last?"
The words left my mouth before I had the chance to stop them. Zander stopped with one hand on the heavy clubhouse door. His shoulders stiffened beneath his leather jacket and for a long moment, he didn't move. He didn't even breathe.
I immediately wished I could take the question back. Maybe it had been too soon or maybe I shouldn't have asked.
When he finally turned, his face gave nothing away. His eyes met mine. They were soft, thoughtful but unreadable.
"Mara..." His voice was lower than usual, "we'll talk about it."
My heart sank a little because I could tell avoidance when I encountered it.
"When?"
"When we get home."
Home.
The word settled strangely inside my chest.
He hadn't answered but he hadn't denied it either. He simply reached for
