Chapter 64

We were getting lost in the masquerade.24

“I don’t know what I want!” I shouted, following Lei down the hall, into the kitchen. “And stop saying it’s your fault!”

Lei was rummaging through the drawers, slamming them open and shut. “Where are my fucking cigarettes?”

“I hid them.” I braced myself, tensing my shoulders. “You’re a damn opera singer. You shouldn’t smoke.”

He shot me a hard look over his shoulder. “Micah.”

I didn’t want to fight with him tonight, so I exhaled loudly and tossed my chin up. “Behind the tea pot in the cupboard there.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, his black eyes lingering on my face. He found his poison and lit up. Smoking his cigarette, he leaned back against the sink and watched me.

Two weeks had passed since Lei’s last meeting with his agent Patty and nothing had come of it. Everything was at a standstill. Our nerves were shot. Our relationship strained. Our patience, gone.