“I’m going to bed,” I announce loudly, knowing fine and well Natasha will hear me and not giving a single shit about it. I have kept quiet long enough. Acting like I am oblivious and never make a peep when she calls, in case it upsets her that I am here, but I am in no mood anymore. This has been eating at me the longer it goes on.

Arrick is probably frowning at me for being unnecessarily cruel, but I am not about to turn back and look. Nudging the bedroom door open with my hip ...