Chapter 21 · Guest Session

"Say that again." Torin's hand stays flat against the small of my back, and the concrete under our boots is bleeding cold straight through both our coats.

"No." I shove at his chest. He doesn't move an inch. "You heard me the first time."

"I want to hear it without a busted pipe hissing behind you." His thumb drags along my jaw, slow, like he's got all night, like Weller wasn't dragged out of this room two minutes ago swearing he'd be back with a court order and a camera crew. "Say it clean, June."

"I said I don't like watching her hang off you at the gala. That's not a confession. That's a fact. Don't dress it up as something it isn't."

"Sounded like jealousy to me."

"Then your hearing's as broken as this pump."

The gauge on the wall behind him clicks down another notch. Thirty-one degrees. It's been climbing the wrong direction since Weller cracked the main line open with a pipe wrench, and I still don't know if that was sabotage or just a message with