CHAPTER 9

CIARA

I turned away from Noah. 

"I'm sorry, but I do not have anything to say to you right now," I said over my shoulder. 

Noah, not willing to take no for an answer, stalked over to me and gripped my wrists.

"I am so sorry, Aunt Juliette. I will explain everything to you. I just need a moment with Ciara here," he said apologetically to my mother, yanked me into a standing position, and took me to the farthest end of the hallway. 

I yanked my arm away from his grip.

Noah ran a hand through his hair repeatedly, his body tense as he tried to speak. I cocked my head to the side, feeling the familiar rush of anger I always feel whenever he was near. 

Finally, he held my gaze. 

"You should apologise," he said quietly. I could see the anger in his eyes, and I knew his quiet words was an attempt not to alert my mum about what we were discussing. 

But his words made no sense. Me? Apologise?