War of Hearts (True Immortality) - S Young Page 0,88
them.
It would be easier to let things lie. Let Thea build her walls against him. Going their separate ways wouldn’t be so difficult with animosity and distrust between them instead of intimacy.
Yet as they drove off the ferry, the SUV’s sat nav leading them toward Vik’s apartment, Conall couldn’t stand Thea’s icy silence.
There was no way he’d last a day with such fucking awful distance between them.
Never mind a lifetime.
Perhaps it was childish to slight Conall but seeing the muscle flex in his jaw every time she ignored a question and looked right through him was too satisfying to stop.
She tried to concentrate on the fact that she was in Norway for the first time. Oslo was still cold in late April, so she’d changed in the cabin before they’d departed, putting a T-shirt on under her shirt for added warmth. She’d watched their approach to Oslo from the other side of the ferry, trying to ignore the ache in her chest.
Dark green, snow-dusted islands sat within the gray waters of Oslofjord. Homes of all sizes dotted the islands and the coastline, houses made of timber with wooden shingles exactly like the houses along the New England coastline. These homes were brightly colored in reds and oranges and blues and greens—like little birds of paradise in amongst all the gray.
Thea had shivered in the chilly, crisp, fresh morning and couldn’t remember the last time she’d taken in a lungful of such clean air.
The city had morphed into a different personality than the one that greeted her on board the ferry. As she’d reluctantly reunited with Conall and he’d driven the SUV into the city, Oslo had become surprisingly commercial as they drove through a system of concrete tunnels and convoluted traffic circles. They passed glass buildings, stores, and tall hotels, but it all soon changed again as they moved out of the central roadway.
The buildings aged, painted like the houses along the fjord in a variety of pretty colors. In the summer Oslo must be lush with green because they passed park after park, all the grass and trees still slightly brown and bare as they slowly woke up with the spring.
Thea wished she was in Oslo alone, not chasing answers, and instead enjoying being somewhere where the air was so beautifully crisp and the buildings a remnant of a history she’d love to discover.
“Are you ever going to speak to me again?” Conall asked.
Lost in watching the city pass by, she’d almost forgotten how much he’d hurt her.
Thea knew deep in her gut he hadn’t meant to. That it wasn’t a deliberate deception. But she was still angry at him for having never mentioned Sienna.
However, it was jealousy and hurt that was truly ripping her up inside.
Thea had never hated anyone but Ashforth, yet she was pretty sure she hated a woman she’d never met and who had done nothing wrong beyond agreeing to marry Conall.
His fiancée.
It made their inevitable separation so much more real.
And he expected her to walk into his hometown and probably meet the werewolf he would spend the rest of his life with.
Ah well, Thea told herself, it wasn’t like she and the Scot had a future, anyway. They’d both known that.
Deciding churlishness was beneath her, she looked at Conall. “You trust this guy, right?”
If it surprised him she’d spoken, he didn’t show it. “Aye, like I said, he’s a friend.”
They’d barely been in the car fifteen minutes when Conall pulled off a main road onto a quiet street facing a park. Behind a row of prickly hedges and large trees were several small blocks of apartments, all architecturally different. Thea followed Conall out of the SUV and past parked cars before coming to a gated driveway with a sign on it.
“This is it.”
The driveway led to a large red-and-blond sandstone apartment building with a secure entrance. Conall reached for the door and then halted.
He turned to look at Thea.
Puzzled by the searching expression in his eyes, she shifted uncomfortably. “What?”
“You were right.” His words were clipped, gruff even. “I shouldnae have kept Callie and James apart all this time.” He bent his head toward her. “I didnae understand that until now.”
Thea’s breath caught.
What did that mean?
Was he trying to tell her he more than cared for her?
That the short moments they’d shared were worth experiencing, even if he never got to have more time with her? Or was she reading what she wanted to read into his words?