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?