Chapter 34

With the tips of our noses being so close, the need to seal that space and hit his forehead with mine felt incredibly strong. I wanted to make insufferable, cocky Ian go through pain. “Like you said, everything that happens in my house is my business.” I told him with narrowed eyes. “That includes stupid conversations you might have. And no, I'm not leaving this house with you. I'm calling a cab.”

“You're not going alone to see that crazy man.”

“Who said I'm going to see him?”

“It's written all over your face, Dafne. I won't let you.” He released my wrist and ran a hand through his tousled brown hair. “If I don't come with you, then—”

“Then what?”

“I'll tell your grandma what you're planning on doing.”

“And what is that exactly?”

He took a deep breath and sighed loudly, as if all the tension of the world had been in that lungful of air. “You're planning on threatening a crazy man that wrote crap about people falling into coma, blaming you for their situation.”