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My eyes bulged.

Had I really texted that?

Yes... I had.

I was... upset.

I still am.

Crap.

I inhaled shakily some of the anger bleeding out of me.

I shouldn’t hurl out words like that at him even if I am pissed and he wanted to consort with the enemy.

I am sensible enough to admit that.

I swallowed the knot in my throat, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, that was- was out of line” I stuttered suddenly swarmed with shame at my behavior.

He stared at me, saying nothing.

I clasped my fingers behind me, a jittery feeling, nerves building at the base of my spine. I tried to keep my voice as strong as when he’d first got here as I continued. “B-But it doesn’t change the fact I don’t want to see them, I never want to see them again, if you invite them over you’ll be seeing them a-alone”

Ian crossed behind the desk, moving books and papers around, he pushed a drawer open and snapped it shut, then he nudged the table forward as though to test the strength, he nodded once as if to say it’l