497 Chapter 497

"You could try to slam the door on me," Christian shrugged. My eyes slitted to match his. "Please don't. Listen, I need to talk to you about something." He looked around like he was suddenly afraid his pounding on my door might've brought the attention of the other apartment dwellers. "In private."

I scoffed. "What in the world could I possibly want to talk to you about in private or otherwise? I hate you, in case that scar on your face doesn't remind you every day."

His hand automatically left the door where he'd been leaning and fingered the small mark by his mouth, the one I'd left there in my rage, the one Jamie couldn't fix because he had been in the portalthe portal he was in because Christian Henry is a jerkface. I still felt a little bad, though. I had acted like a psycho that day, even if it had been deserved, and it made me feel better.