The next morning, I woke to the unsettling sight of Darius leaning against my door frame, watching me. My heart leaped in my chest as I sat up, startled.
“You like strawberry shortcakes, right?” His voice was casual like it was normal.
I blinked at him. “What?”
He held up a slice of cake. “I got you a slice.”
I couldn’t stop the bitter laugh that escaped me. It was ridiculous. “Are you trying to kill me now?” I asked, shaking my head. “It’s been years. Of course, you’d forget that I’m allergic to strawberries.”
Darius looked annoyed, his jaw tightening. “Stop making a fuss. Do whatever you want with the cake. I don’t care.”
A wry smile tugged at my lips, the irony of the situation hitting me. After all this time, he couldn’t even remember something as basic as my allergies. My bitterness slipped out before I could stop it. “Congratulations,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “I heard you’re finally crowning your Luna.”
Darius stared at me for a moment, something dark passing through his eyes, but he didn’t say a word. He turned and left as if the conversation hadn’t even happened.
I sat there for a long time, staring at the empty doorway.