"I have no desire to make you uncomfortable," he replied, voice cool.
"Mike, it's fine. I'm busy for the next day or so, but I'm free anytime after that." If the Raziq, my father, or the wanna-be queen of the world didn't have other plans for me, that is.
He sniffed. It was an oddly regal sound that stirred the edges of memory, though I wasn't entirely sure why. "Friday then?"
"That would be lovely. Thank you."
"I shall let you know when and where. Until then, good-bye."
And with that, he hung up. Great. I'd managed to offend the man my mother had not only trusted financially, but apparently depended on emotionally and physically for a good part of her life. It seemed to be my lot of late to make all the wrong moves.
"You have trusted your instincts up until now," Azriel commented. "It would be foolish to ignore them, even if the person involved was a friend of your mother's."
I twisted around. He was back in his usual spot, his arms crossed as he stared out the window rather than at me. The morning sunshine caressed his skin, lending it a warm golden glow.
"Which is why I agreed to meet him for dinner. It's easier to sense when someone is lying face-to-face." I eyed him for a moment, sensing tension even if there was no evidence of it in the way he stood. "Are you annoyed that I'm meeting him?"
"No. And you do not have to explain your motives to me."
He might be saying he wasn't annoyed, but the emotion swirling through the link between us suggested otherwise.
"I agree – I don't. I just wanted to." I flipped the bedcovers off my legs and walked over to him. He didn't move, so I wrapped my hands around his waist and rested a cheek on his shoulder. "Misunderstanding, an unwillingness to trust, and sheer pigheadedness – all mostly on my part, granted – is no way to start a relationship. I'm trying to make up for all that, but you have to do the same, Azriel."
"I do not understand what you mean."
But he did. The tightening of his shoulder and arm muscles was evidence enough of that. If his hands had been visible, I very much suspected they'd be clenched.
"Why are you so annoyed that I agreed to have dinner with Mike?"