Riley suddenly called out, "Wait."
Harlan paused. I saw the faint smirk on his face when he turned around. His pride was strong. He probably thought she was about to soften, maybe even follow him back to his territory.
Instead, Riley casually picked up his suit jacket and tossed it at him.
"Don't forget this," she said lightly.
It was oddly polite.
His face went pale with anger. "Fine, Janice. Don't regret this."
He grabbed the jacket and stormed out, his steps heavy with wounded pride. I could almost feel the frustration rolling off him like heat. He had expected her to chase him.
She didn't.
Riley looked disgusted, as if even touching his jacket had left a scent she didn't like. She walked straight to the bathroom to wash her hands.
I stood there, my mind racing.
Lewis had gone upstairs without looking back. The bond between us felt tight and strained at the same time. I knew that tone. I knew that stillness.
He was angry.
