“What?” His brows knit together in confusion. “No! What the fuck.”
“Tell me, lad, are you working with that fucking bitch to try to get information out of me?”
“Who, Dr. Weaver? You’re fucking crazy. Of course not.” He tries to snatch it away again, and this time I let him.
Realization dawns on me, my blood running cold, a red-hot anger gripping every fiber of my being. How the fuck could I have missed this? “It’s Sebastian, isn’t it? He sent you here to spy on me and get me to admit something so he can keep me here longer and kick me out of the band.”
He shakes his head rapidly, eyes narrowing. “Do you fucking hear yourself, Caspian?”
“How could I have not seen this sooner? You’re a fucking plant.” I huff out a laugh through my nose, shoving past him, into the bathroom to grab my shit. “Fuck you, Rowan.”
“Caspian, stop!” He is right on my heels, tugging on my arm. “Will you fucking stop and listen to me?”
Shoving his sweats down, I kick them off to the side before grabbing the clothes I wore yesterday. When he seems to realize I’m not stopping and I’m not listening, he lets his towel fall to the ground, and he pulls on the sweats I just discarded, following me as I storm out of the bathroom.
I can’t fucking believe this.
Blowing past him, I rip the door open and make my way down the hall. I don’t even have shoes on, but I refuse to go into my room and be next door to him right now. I need air. Space. I need to fucking clear my head before I do something I’ll regret. I can hear Rowan following after me, and know if I take the elevator, he’ll just hop in and trap me.
Making a beeline for the stairs, I pull the door open and jog down them as fast as I can, knowing he’s still following me. “Leave me the fuck alone, Rowan.”
“Not until you fucking talk to me. You’re being ridiculous.”
I laugh. “I’m being ridiculous? You’re the fucking spy.”
He groans. “Do you even hear yourself, Caspian? A spy? What is this, a James Bond movie? I’m not a spy.”
“You’re something,” I spit out, not bothering to look back at him as my feet hit the bottom floor. “Why else would you write out detailed pages of every time we hung out together? You wrote everything, Rowan.Everything.”
This is what I fucking get for opening up, for trying to trust, even a little bit.How fucking stupid could I have been? Thinking Rowan actually saw me, understood me. It’s a lie. It’s all a fucking lie. He was clearly out for something.This is why I don’t fucking let people in.
The sun feels like it’s mocking me as the warmth hits my skin as soon as I’m outside of the resident building. He doesn’t say anything else for a moment, as we both walk along the path toward the main building. I need to get away from him. My blood pressure is soaring, and I know if he doesn’t leave me the fuck alone, I’ll do something I shouldn’t.
“Caspian,” he calls out after me. “Will you please fuckingstopand talk to me for five minutes?”
“Rowan, I’m warning you, leave me the fuck alone if you know what’s good for you.”
A hand wraps around my bicep, pulling me to a stop, and I see red. Whipping around and coming face to face with Rowan, my arm snaps back, fist colliding with his jaw before I even have a chance to think it through. The blow knocks him on his ass as he cups his face, staring up at me with wild eyes.
“Dammit!” I shout, shaking out the hand that’s now radiating with pain from colliding with his fucking face that’s apparently made of granite. “I fucking said leave me alone, and you couldn’t fucking listen, could you? Always being a fucking pest and going where you’re not wanted. Fucking pathetic.”
“Mr. Gray!” My name is hollered from behind me, and when I turn to look who it is, my fucking blood boils over when I see the stupid fucking director of the facilities standing there, arms crossed over his chest. “Come with me, please.”
“Fuck off,” I snarl. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“Now,” he grits out. “Either you come with me willingly, or I call security and have them forcefully escort you. It’s your call.”
Fucking hell.
As if on cue, two hefty ass security guards come up behind him, looking ready as ever to tackle me, drug me, and drag me into his office. That will absolutely fucking not be happening. Refusing to look back and see Rowan watching me, I groan, running a shaky hand through my hair as I follow after this fucking asshole.
This isn’t going to end well. I can feel it.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
Caspian
“It’s unfortunate, Mr. Gray, that we are meeting again under such unfavorable circumstances.” The director, whose name I don’t even fucking care to remember, is sitting across from me with his hands clasped together on top of the wide cherry oak desk, a look of displeasure on his face.
