Page 47 of My Broken Mate
“No one is ever just asking.”
I am stunned. I have no idea where I went wrong again, and why this seemingly innocent conversation is turning into an argument. Before I can reply, the light gets switched on, and Sean steps into the kitchen.
Now, at night, he looks even more imposing, and he doesn’t look too happy to have found us here either, which just adds to his whole stern expression.
“You are up?” I ask.
“I am a light sleeper,” he says shortly.
“I am sorry,” Remy says quietly, his whole persona shifting now that Sean is here. It’s always like that. He is much moreapproachable when Sean talks to him, whereas I feel like someone with a contagious disease. “For waking you.”
“Hardly your fault alone.” The gaze Sean tosses me says it all. “Do you two still need anything?”
“No,” Remy says, holding his plate. “I just came for something to eat and a glass of water.”
“And I just heard noises,” I add.
“Good, then let’s go back to sleep,” Sean orders. He pauses, looking at us both through his broody eyes. “Be nicer to each other,” he says.
None of us says anything for a moment. I, for one, have no idea what to say, because I am always damn nice to Remy. I just want so badly for him to be more open towards me, but he never reciprocates.
“I am trying,” Remy says.
“I know,” Sean answers, shockingly. “But maybe you could both try a bit more.”
Remy contemplates his words. “Alright,” he says. “Good night.”
Sean waits for him to have retreated before turning to me. “Goddess, Gabe, do you have to argue in the middle of the night?” he asks me.
“We didn’t argue.”
“It certainly looked and felt like it,” he says. “I could have cut the tension with a knife! What was so important that you had to talk to him about it in the middle of the night?”
“Nothing, I just asked him about his hand, and then wanted to know how tutoring with Katalina is going, and if he is nice to her.”
“Goddess, Gabe,” Sean groans.
“What? I was just trying to make conversation. He is never talking to me!”
“I know,” Sean says. “Listen, I am tired, too. Let’s end this for tonight and talk about it tomorrow.”
“Maybe you are right,” I mutter.
We don’t say anything else, just retreat to our bedrooms. This didn’t work out too well. Eve was right. I should have just let it rest, now, I might have made everything worse, as usual.
Chapter fourteen
Making An Entrance
*KAT*
“Alright, honest opinion.” I twirl around in front of Ayden and Fi. “Do I look presentable?”
“More than that, actually,” Ayden says. “You look fantastic!”
“Really?” I eye myself in the mirror, feeling completely out of my comfort zone. I had my hair done professionally, and even my makeup, to look my part for the gala. I can’t believe it’s already happening. Somehow, I fell into my usual procrastinating and denial, and thought it would be much longer until I had to go to this high society event, but no, the date is here. Today. To-fucking-day. “Please be honest. I need to make a good impression on Joel. I can’t embarrass him.”
“Kat,” Fi says. “Ayden is right, you look fantastic. You won’t embarrass anyone!”
