Chapter 118

I pulled my phone out of my pocket to fire off a quick text to my brother that the ceremony was a go and that I'd phone him later with the details. By the time I'd finished, the rabbi had gone. But I wasn't alone.

Rohan watched me, lounging inside the room. I drank him in, freshly shaven with his sweater and black trousers molding to every muscle. His eyes were alight with amusement. "Why were you quoting Latin, Lolita?"

My hand tightened on my phone. "That name is done. Got it?"

Rohan gave a confused nod.

I stomped out of the kitchen and up the stairs to my room. Of course he followed me. He never knew when to leave things alone.

He stopped in the doorway. "The Latin?"

My head had started to throb. "It means-"

"I know what it means. I'm asking why you said it."

"Is it any of your business?"