“You heading out?” she asked casually. “I’ve been craving the pastries from that shop in the north alley. Can you bring me some back?”
Then she added with a triumphant grin, “Thanks for the favor, Mrs. Trivett.”
She stressed the words 'Mrs. Trivett' like a slap to the face, looking me up and down with that same smugness.
I glanced at the red marks on her neck, proof of her night with Sebastian, and felt my fingers curl into fists. I couldn’t stand it, so I left without another word.
After I got everything sorted for the race, I wandered around aimlessly until nightfall before slowly making my way back.
I dropped the pastries on the coffee table and headed upstairs, hoping to avoid everyone.
But Sebastian’s voice cut through the silence behind me.
“You came back and didn’t even say hello?”
I ignored him.
But his tone cooled further. “Come here.”
I calmly slipped off my shoes and put them in the cabinet, my face unreadable.
“Polly,” he said, more sternly, “I don’t like repeating myself.”
Not wanting to start a fight right before leaving, I reluctantly sat beside him.