“You should have a men's line, Antonia.”Oh god.“I remember seeing one of your designs. It was a long time ago, but it was of male silhouettes and I remember thinking “that would look great”. I’m… so.. It took so long for me to remember”The emotion that races through me is like electricity, just n
“You shouldn’t have done that.”The elevator feels incredibly silent though a soft melody is currently wafting through the air. I want to pick another fight with Malachi but his tone and the current situation stops me from doing so. My voice is a low rasp as I ask, “Who is he?”Malachi’s voice is s
“Antonia!”I hit the floor immediately.My blood is racing through my veins like a dam has been opened. My heart is thumping hard in my chest.My legs gave out from beneath me. They fucking went weak.Malachi’s cologne wraps around me again but this time I'm aware of it. I push him away, except push
Bridget leads us to a lunch room on the main floor.Guards are standing outside the door, keeping a watch on Malachi and keeping intruders from coming in. Bridget was busy speaking to the head doctor of the hospital so we could get a space to speak privately, while I was busy staring into Malachi’s
I open the cap on the wipes and pull out five sheets. Their antiseptic smell wafts into my nose and I let it soothe me.“Hands first.”Malachi places his free hand between us, and I clean it. I distract myself with my thoughts because I have to.Why is he acting so different?He’s not his usual self
A commotion is happening outside the hospital.The moment I hear the screams and sound of shouting I get down from the car. Bridget follows, lightly cursing under her breath.My mind tells me something bad is happening in Ares’s room. As much as I trust Malachi’s knowledge of people to be top notch,
I’m not the only one who said things yesterday. At least I admit I'm a horrible person for saying them. You’re too busy coming at me like I'm to blame for your foolishness.”Wait. I don’t understand what’s happening anymore. I can feel stress trying to wind under my skin and bring on a headache but
Malachi leaves and I'm left alone with my thoughts and Ian as Bridget drives us home.Ian insists he can drive and that he is not so heavily intoxicated that he’d not be able to. Bridget literally cussed him out and now he’s sulking in the backseat.I don’t know who is more annoyed, me or Bridget.