“Was it necessary, sending me up alone? I doubt Lucrezia patrols the hallways.” “That’s not why, Maya.” “What, then?” “A chance for you to change your mind. Clear your head.” “You’re assuming that I can’t think clearly when you’re around.” “I can’t think clearly when you are around.” He breaks eye contact. “You’re way too fucking young to—” “To consort with boys, to have sexual desires, to choose who to satisfy them with.” A still moment. “Conor?” His frown is displeased. “Can I tell you a secret?” He nods once. “You are so fucking boring.”
