She turned her head, and their eyes locked. He watched her silently. And she guessed he had been for quite a while. He started to speak and Annwyl stopped him. “Don’t.” She pulled away from him, picked up her clothes, and walked off. “See you tomorrow.” See you tomorrow? Fearghus sat up and watched her walk off. She didn’t even look back at him as she walked and put her clothes on at the same time. She barely acknowledged his existence. She wouldn’t even let him speak. Fearghus clenched his fists, his rage swarming around him. He needed to hurt something. To destroy something. Fearghus’s eyes narrowed. Gwenvael. He stood up with a growl. He needed to find his brother. He needed to kick the shit out of something and Gwenvael would do quite nicely. Gwenvael sat in one of the chairs in Annwyl’s room, his feet up on the table.
