Chapter 4

Ryan's words brought the chatter in the next room to an abrupt stop.

"Ryan," Simon said quietly, then fell silent.

The calm had left Emily's face, too. I thought I heard her mutter a curse. Then a warm hand settled over my wrist. I turned. Emily was looking at me with concern.

"You and Simon are just having a little spat..." Emily began, then stopped, realizing she'd overstepped.

I shook my head to show it was all right. "We're not having a spat. I don't want to be with him anymore." My voice was soft, but my words were firm.