“You do not need an invitation to join me, Emilia.” He hadn’t turned to face me. “Unless, of course, you don’t want to be in my company.” “I sought you out. I should think that indicates I want your company.” “After you drugged me to get out of my bedchamber, I wondered if that changed.” “That...it had nothing to do with you.” He continued chopping, the knife thwacking the cutting board. “It felt pretty personal, given what had transpired between us.” “I—” “You do not need to explain yourself.” “I wasn’t going to. I was going to apologize that you were a casualty of what I needed to do.”
Girl stfu
