Hayden POV
The door slams shut behind Sylvia with a flourish only she could manage, like she thought the air itself ought to applaud her exit.
“Goddess, I hope this doesn’t become a daily occurrence,” I exhale deeply, running my fingers through my hair. “How many times do I have to say no until she gets it?”
Wyatt does not respond, and I glance at him. He is quietly standing by the window, jaw set and eyes dark.
“Hey, are you okay?” I frown, standing beside him.
“Yeah, why?” Wyatt replies absentmindedly.
“I expected so many remarks and mocking,” I say. “But nothing.”
“There’s nothing funny about it,” Wyatt replies, and he does not look amused. He looks … worried. And that, more than anything, makes my skin crawl.
“Well,” I clear my throat, pretending to straighten a non-existent wr
