Eighteen
“You need to go back. You need to talk to him.”
Keegan’s hands tightened on the steering wheel as he drove Jules home. He heard her voice through the pounding of his pulse in his ears, heard the concern. Still, he shook his head.
“No. He made himself clear enough. He doesn’t want to talk to me and he can be damn stubborn when he’s angry.”
Silence descended, so thick he swore he felt it press against his skin.
He glanced at Jules to find her staring at him with wide eyes.
“Angry? Are you serious?” She sounded shocked. “You practically tore his heart out. How can you not see how hurt he was?”
Because Erik wasn’t hurt. Erik didn’t get hurt anymore. The scar tissue from the burns had toughened him, inside and out.
Keegan’s chest tightened but he forced himself to say, “He’s no
