KNOX’S POV
Nathaniel goes absolutely white.
For a second neither of us moves, and the corridor is dead silent. I watch the words hit him and open something that hasn’t finished healing and might not finish healing properly in either of our lifetimes.
“What the f**k is wrong with you, Knox?” It comes out of him tight. So tight that he seems a breath away from breaking down “Seriously, why would you even say that—” He stops, and he just breathes. “The last twenty-four hours have been a lot. I was just asking if you’d eaten.”
I know I crossed the line. I know it instantly.
I stand there in the hallway. My clothes stink of a frightened boy, and I am still covered in feathers from my cousin’s room. There is absolutely no apology in me.
I just drag a hand through my hair, turn away from hi
