Page 162 of Firestorm
“This is most unusual, Ms. Aria. You didn’t have an appointment scheduled for today–”
“Cut the bullshit, Wyatt.” I snapped. “You’ve been fucking with Aiden. Why?”
Wyatt’s eyes flared. “What I discuss with other students during their sessions is confidential.”
“Yeah? Well that’s odd, considering you send information back to his monster of a mother.” I replied. “Explain yourself. I’ll give you five minutes.”
Wyatt scoffed. “I don’t have to explain anything to you, especially not the details of a meeting with one of my students. You’re just a student here, Ms. Aria.”
“I’m yourKey,” I said quietly. “Whether you want me to be or not is beside the point. How could you? How could you fuck with his mind like that, knowing what he’s dealt with?”
“You’re alleging I’ve done something illegal during a counseling session,” Wyatt said slowly, like I was stupid. “I speak to patients every day, Ms. Aria.”
“Knock it off with that‘patient’shit,” I fired back, my skin growing hot with irritation. “You’re not a fucking doctor, Wyatt. You’re just a dude with a psychology degree. How’d you even pass half your classes? It must have been so hard listening to descriptions of narcissism while you sat at the back of the room, pissed they were describing you wrong. How did you manage to never speak out?”
Wyatt’s knuckles turned white on his armrests. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“Oh, I really do.” I replied, the anger inside me writhing like a real, tangible thing. I couldn’t stop myself. “I know exactly who you are. You’re a little boy with daddy issues. You treat everyone around you like shit, making sure they know they’re not fucking special sinceyou’venever felt special yourself.”
“That’s a lot of talk about daddy issues for a woman who doesn’t have one,” Wyatt fired back, his scowl turning ugly. “Is that why you’re so secretive? So against Chains? What, did mommy tell you all men were bad?”
I barked out an unhinged laugh.
“My parents aredead, you fucking asshole.”
Wyatt’s jaw dropped.
“Didn’t know that did you? You didn’t bother to learn anything about me before you fucking ran away from me. Left me there in the fucking cold alley,alone.” My voice was raising with every word, and I briefly wondered who would come to investigate if they heard a female student screaming at a counselor. I sort of hoped it’d be that bitch with the bun.
“Skye,” Wyatt said quietly.
“And then, you save me from the prince’s father, and you seem so sweet, and I think, maybe things will be different. But then you do this? You hurt Aiden? Do you have no idea how I feel about him?!” I demanded.
“It’s pretty fucking obvious how you feel about him,” Wyatt snarled. “You always make sure he shows up here freshly fucked. Do you enjoy making me squirm? You like relishing in the fact that I can’t have you?”
“Of courseyou would somehow make our intimate time about you. I fuck him because I love him,” I hissed, more indignation flaring through me. “You wouldn’t know how that feels, I can see that now.”
“Love?” Wyatt gasped. “Youlovehim?”
“God, you really are stupid aren’t you–”
“Does he know? What you are?” Wyatt cut me off, not waiting for me to finish my statement. My stomach dropped at the gleam in his eye.
“He knows enough,” I replied cryptically.
Aiden and I had an understanding now. I had no guilt about what I kept hidden from him. He didn’t know what I was keeping secret, but he knew there was a secret, and that was good enough for him.
Wyatt blew out a long breath, tilting his head back to the ceiling and closing his eyes. He swallowed, making his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, and I really,reallyhated how my mouth watered at that.
Biology was a bitch.
“I don’t know why this always happens,” Wyatt mumbled before dropping his head back to face me. “I don’t know why I can’t just…talk to you.”
I stared at him.
“It’s like…you jumble my fucking brain and I can’t think straight. I’m not an asshole, Skye, I swear.”
I chewed my lip. Wyatt…was being honest with me. I couldn’t snark at him for that, no matter how much I wanted to. Maybe we were getting somewhere? My traitorous heart thumped harder in my chest.
