Cyril
“What are you two doing?”
“Nothing,” Alan was quick to answer, immediately stepping away from me.
The sound of the elastic in his trousers snapped so sharp as he moved, a pathetic percussion in the silent foyer.
I watched him fidget as she drew closer.
I shook my head unbelievably as I let go.
When did he become so weak?
He didn’t look at me as he scrambled toward the stairs to Susan .
He didn’t acknowledge the mark I’d left on his lip or the heat I’d just stoked in his veins. Instead, he wrapped a protective arm around Susan, his voice dropping into a register of honeyed concern that made my skin crawl.
"Why aren't you resting, darling?" he cooed, the words a jagged blade to my heart. "It’s been a long day and we have a long night ahead of us.” He paused. “It’s our hone
