“That’s my boy!” Arthur calls out over the din.Miles’s face splits into a grin when he spots his father in the crowd, and my heart softens a little more. Dammit… How can I be angry with Arthur when he started a standing ovation? How can I be angry when our son looks at him like that?After the show
IrisArthur scrambles to his feet when he sees me, his mouth already opening to say something. I hold up my hand, cutting him off before he can even begin.“Not here,” I hiss, sliding past him to take my seat.“Iris, please,” he whispers as he sinks back into his chair beside me. “Just let me explai
“You don’t know the whole story,” I protest weakly.“I know enough.” Caleb tightens his grip on my hands. “I wanted to give him a chance. I really did. But now it seems I was right about his intentions all along.”I shake my head, not ready to accept what he’s saying. “I need to hear him out first.
IrisI wake up to the sound of Scout meowing for his breakfast, and for a moment, before I return to full consciousness, I actually forget where I am and why I’m here. I think I’m still at home, that I’ll roll over to find Arthur adjusting his tie by the mirror.But then it all comes rushing back.W
She orders a martini, then turns to face me fully. “I want to apologize. I never meant to drive a wedge between you and Iris. That was never my intention.”I scoff. “What exactly did you think would happen when you told me we were mates?”“I didn’t tell you,” she points out. “You figured it out on y
ArthurThe bed feels wrong without Iris in it. Too big, too empty, too cold. Each time I shut my eyes, I’m acutely aware of her absence. The mattress doesn’t dip on her side. The sheets don’t rustle with her movements. Her scent lingers on the pillow, but it’s fading quickly.I’ve barely slept since