“Thank you,” I said.
“No problem. Now Molly and I have to go. There’s a lesson she apparently needs to relearn,” he said.
The line clicked, and I couldn’t stop myself from chuckling.
I wouldn’t have predicted it, but then again, Molly had a zest for life that I envied, and Enzo matched that energy. But being preoccupied with other people was the last thing I needed to do.
I put down the phone, relieved I had made the call, though I wondered how Nico would react. I started cleaning up the kitchen, moving methodically, my thoughts racing, even though my movements were slow.
Could I do that?
Confront Nico?
Silence, not being seen, certainly not confronting people, was what had kept me alive all these years.
It was safe, comfortable.
Nothing about Nico was safe or comfortable, not really, and I feared upsetting the apple cart.
What if I was wrong?
That was as good a possibility as any.
I had no idea what Nico had done before me, though I could guess. How arrogant would it be to think I might mean something to him?
It would be beyond arrogant. It would be stupid.
All convincing reasons to keep my mouth closed, but I looked at Champ, hoping he would have some guidance.
Instead I found him lying on his back, wrestling with the rope bone.
I laughed. “Show it who’s boss, Champ.”
He paid me no heed, and soon, he was forgotten because the door opened.
Nico walked in, and when he saw me, I could tell he was surprised.
“I told you not to wait up,” he said.
His voice had a nasty undertone, one that ordinarily would have sent me scurrying.
Not today, though.
“We need to talk,” I said.
He snorted. “No the fuck we don’t.”
I followed him up the stairs, doing so going against my every instinct.
He clearly didn’t want to have this conversation, but I couldn’t let it go.
Felt like I owed it to both of us not to.
“What am I to you?” I said.
We were in his bedroom now, my back at the door, Nico facing away from me.
He stopped, turned to me slowly, the scowl on his face enough to send most sane people running.