Chapter 22

‘Why are you here?’

Those words hung in my mouth, but I bit it back.

After all, it was his house. Who was I to tell him where he should or shouldn’t be?

I was an idiot to think I was going to have the library all to myself.

”I had a little bit of… distraction on my way.” I said instead, and I almost winced at how high-pitched and cracked my voice was.

Dante lifted his eyes from the document he was holding.

”You sound strange.” His lips twisted into a small frown and I drew in a sharp breath of air.

’He must definitely not find out I was crying.’ I pulled on the edges of the duvet, making sure it shadowed my face.

”I’m fine,” I cleared my throat. “Just a little bit parched.”

”There’s some juice and soda in the fridge. Help yourself out.” He nudged at the mini fridge in the corner, which I hadn’t even noticed.

”Oh, thank you.” I nodded and walked to it. His piercing gaze followed me and I held my pillow to my chest.

”What’s up with the duvet and pillow?” He asked as I squatte