"How'd you know that name?" he spat.
I hesitated. It was the first time I had ever seen that look on his face. His eyes burned fiercely—out of what, I had no idea.
Anger? Resentment? Guilt? Fear?
"Bella told me," I said.
He gritted his teeth. "Of course, she did."
He yanked the bowls off the countertop and walked away.
"Look, I'm sorry I brought her up. If you don't want to talk about her, I get it," I said.
I ruined the mood. Again. He was just getting to opening up to me, and I had just had to destroy that.
The bowls clattered in the sink. "You're right, Aria. I do not want to talk about her," he snapped, each word cutting through me.
Ariana was a sore subject. I knew I shouldn't have brought her up, especially when I didn't know the full story yet.
Rumors were one thing, and facts were another. But if I were being honest, I'd been a little…unsettled since Bella mentioned her.
