"I thought you'd be asleep by now," Ravić said as the bedroom door clicked shut behind him.
My notebook lay open across my lap, forgotten, while the sky outside started to lighten. The fog was creeping in, pressing against the glass, the chill seeping through. I didn't even bother to turn to face him. I just sat there, watching, like the growing light of dawn could answer him for me.
"Are you not going to speak to me, too?" he asked, his words reminding me of my own, from our fight earlier. The memory of it is making my blood burn again.
"I don't know what's happening with you," I said at last, my voice breaking under the weight I've been holding in. "But something's changed within you. And I don't like it."
"Nothing's changed, Rosie," he said, his old self cracking through as he moved close. "I'm still the same as always."
I stared at him, incredulous, as he dropped to his knees right next to me, looking all innocent.
"Come," he said, holding out his hand.
