Razbill stood there with a vacant expression in his black hood and jeans. I had no idea how long he had been there, standing and watching me get memorabilia of our house. But he pulled the hood down his head to reveal wild locks and dark, sharp eyes. Restless, I could tell. But I didn’t want to believe it was because I had left. He pushed me away, right?
Frowning, I looked back at my phone and found him still there. I quickly ended the recording and put the phone back in my bag. Words stuck in my throat after I swallowed them back down, realizing there was no need for them. Without meeting his gaze, I directed my eyes to the waiting car and walked past him.
“I heard you’re leaving,” he said as I reached his side. His voice came out rasped. I took another step forward before my steps fa
