I wish I knew why.
Demyen lies there in silence for a while. I don’t feel like breaking it with my own questions. Not yet, anyway. I’m feeling tooraw and too exposed under his scrutiny and judgment to launch my own interrogation.
Even though I have to admit, this feels less like an interrogation and more like… like he’s wanting to get to know me.
Which is ridiculous. We don’t have that kind of relationship. We never, ever will.
“At least you’re out of there now.” Demyen picks up the bottle and downs a hard swig before putting it back down on the tile.
“Yup,” I sigh. “Out of the frying pan and into the fire.”
He stills.
Me and my big mouth…
But instead of chastising me or worse, Demyen simply slides his gaze to mine without turning his head. “If things were so badwith Martin, why no
