Untouchable

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Adrian’s POV

I barely made it through the door before Alistair threw something at me.

A pillow.

I caught it with one hand, my jaw tightening. “Really?”

Alistair sat on his bed, arms crossed, eyes dark. “You and Ivy.” His voice was sharp, cutting straight to the point. “What the hell was that?”

I dropped the pillow onto my bed. “What are you talking about?”

Alistair scoffed. “Don’t play dumb, Adrian. You stayed behind with her. Alone. And don’t give me that ‘helping with her bags’ crap.”

I exhaled sharply, already irritated. “She wasn’t feeling well. What was I supposed to do? Leave her there alone?”

His eyes narrowed. “You hate her.”

I looked away. “Exactly. So why are you acting like there’s something to worry about?”

Alistair didn’t answer immediately. He just studied me, like he was dissecting something I wasn’t ready to admit. Then, his voice dropped lower. “You’re pissed she kissed Nathaniel.”

I froze.

A second of silence stretched between us.

Then I let out a cold laugh. “I don’t care.”

Alistair’s smirk was sharp. “Then why does it bother you?”

“It doesn’t,” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended.

Alistair stood up, stepping closer, his presence pressing against mine. “You think I don’t notice the way you look at her?” he murmured. “The way you get weird anytime Nathaniel’s around her?”

I clenched my jaw, my hands curling into fists at my sides. “You’re imagining things.”

“Am I?” He tilted his head slightly. “You know what I think?” He leaned in, voice low, almost taunting. “I think you don’t even know why you’re mad. You just are. And that’s what’s pissing you off the most.”

I gritted my teeth. “You’re wrong.”

Alistair’s smirk widened like he had already won. “Then why are you acting like this?”

Something inside me snapped.

“Because it wasn’t supposed to be him,” I bit out before I could stop myself.

Silence.

Alistair’s smirk vanished instantly.

My chest heaved slightly as I realized what I just said.

Neither of us spoke.

Then Alistair let out a breath, shaking his head. “Adrian…”

I turned away. “Drop it.”

“Adri—”

“I said drop it.” My voice was low, dangerous.

Alistair watched me for a moment before exhaling and running a hand through his hair. “You’re such a coward,” he muttered.

I turned back to him, eyes cold. “And you’re an idiot.”

He let out a short laugh. “Maybe. But at least I’m not lying to myself.”

That was it.

I grabbed my jacket and stormed out, slamming the door behind me.

I didn’t know where I was going.

All I knew was that I needed to get away—before I admitted something I wasn’t ready to face.

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