Nerthus
“What’s wrong?” I ask as soon as he sets his eyes on me.
He puts his hands in his pockets, looking at me as if I was a stupid cockroach he is about to crush.
“Arawn, what’s wrong?”
“Why should there be anything wrong?”
And we are back with questions instead of answers.
“Your eyes,” I gulp, sliding forward to sit on the edge of the couch. “It’s been a bit since you looked at me like that.”
“Look at you how?” He asks me, his angered gaze looking right through me.
“With disgust,” I whisper. He doesn’t react to it, and just stays silent, watching me intently.
Forcing a smile, I set down my drink and get up to my feet. “Did you lose?”
He scoffs, looking to his side before looking back at me. “Why would that matter?”
“It doesn’t.” I answer, shrugging.
“You can’t take any ot
