Chapter 43

I opened the stall door and walked over to the sink. Water spat out from the faucet after I pressed the soap dispenser and mixed the soap against my hands. The splashing water hit my hands, and I continued washing them.

“What have you been up to?” Stefan asked.

“I’m sorry. I witnessed an unpleasant conversation with Sirch and someone.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Do you want to discuss it?”

Sure. Telling Stefan about the conversation was a definite, but I couldn’t wrap my head around the dire implications. Not tonight. I needed one evening of denial. One evening where I could be a teenage guy hanging out with my boyfriend. One evening when deciding when to sleep with Stefan was my biggest problem. One evening when I didn’t have to question how Magnifico changed from an incompetent monarchy to a monarchy of murders.

“Soon. But not right now.” I walked over to the dryer and I rubbed my hands under its warm blast of air.

“Okay, no problem.”