He raised a brow, unfazed. "What did I do?" His tone was indifferent, and his eyes lacked remorse. Talking about it was pointless. He wasn’t sorry.
Skyler took a step closer, his intoxicating scent filling the space between us. Normally, his closeness would have made my knees weak. Now? Nothing. I was numb.
"What do you want?" I demanded, my voice cold.
He exhaled sharply, annoyed. "You said we’re done, but I don’t accept that. You’ve been ignoring my calls and texts all day. That’s unacceptable."
"Really?" I shot back, incredulous.
"Yes." He stared at me like I was being unreasonable. "I’m going to let it slide and take it as your way of getting back at me for not celebrating your birthday with you. Which, by the way, is so stupid of you. But we’re even now."
I blinked in disbelief. His face, stern and devoid of understanding, was the same face that had been lit up with joy in the video yesterday—with Tia. The contrast infuriated me. How could he act like none of it mattered?