“It’s time to talk.” A ball of dread formed in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t want to argue, but it seemed we naturally butted heads, and I was feeling too emotionally raw right now for that type of confrontation. “About what?” I feigned ignorance—which is supposed to be bliss, but felt uncomfortable as fuck instead. “About the jealousy you were feeling earlier,” Rowen commented nonchalantly, but it felt like I was being doused with cold water.
