“We’re supposed to be getting married,” she says, pushing herself to standing and facing off with meacross the desk. “Is that still happening?”
“Last I checked, you didn’t even want to get married.”
Her jaw twinges, but she doesn’t say anything.
“Or have you changed your mind?” I ask. “You were ready to throw yourself on the sword to avoid it,but now, you’re suddenly ready to be Belle Zhukova?”
I meant it as a jab to draw her out, but hearing her name mingled with mine does something to me. Mybody heats, and I can feel that magnetic pull between us working both ways. The distance between usseems so much larger now. I need her closer.
“Have you changed your mind?” she fires back. “You’re the one trying to send me away. I thought mymom was exaggerating when she said I made every
