Before I can say anything, he vaporizes and rides off on the wind. I'm not sure how I feel about a dark user looking out for me.
"I'm sorry about that," Kane murmurs while joining me outside, and I turn around to face him, still wondering just how closely Gage has been watching me.
He got one hell of a show last night.
My cheeks blush, but I shrug at Kane, not giving him any insight to my inner turmoil.
"Nothing to be sorry about besides making me wait so long on food. I'm starving."
He smiles, though he knows I'm simply downplaying the obvious distaste his roommates have for me.
“The guys and Sierra have no problem with you. I want you to know that. They feel sorry for Amy, but they do like you. I swear."
"Sure," I murmur, not meaning for it to sound as sardonic as it does.
"Alyss-"
"It's fine, Kane. Really, I get it. I don't have friends like that, but I've been around others that do."
His fingers interlock with mine as we start descending the staircase, and I try to shake off the lingering uncertainties plaguing my every step.
"Do you have any friends?" he asks.
Trying to find a way to not make myself sound pathetic and unloved, I choose my words carefully.
"Frankie… though he's more of a father figure than a friend. I suppose I've sort of started considering Thad a friend, but I wouldn't go so far as to room with him."
"I wouldn't allow that," he quickly inserts, sounding possessive and jealous once more.
My eyebrows cock up in surprise and defiance.
"You really wouldn't have a say in the matter. You live with two other girls, and well… You can't say they're both like sisters. I've met Amy."
Though my tone is joking, the context is somewhat serious. He shouldn't get all worked up about Thad when he lives with Amy.
"Does it bother you?" he asks, seeming authenticall
y perplexed.
"You living with Amy?"
He nods.
It royally pisses me off.
"Not really. It's your life, your choice. It's none of my business who you live with."
He winces, and then his grip on my hand loosens.
"So it does bother you, but you refuse to be honest with me."
"Reading minds now?"
"Believe me, I wish I could read minds. It'd make life so much easier," he grumbles, making me laugh a little. "Since I can't read minds, you have to be honest with me. I'll kick her out."
My eyes widen. As much as I would love to see him kick her ass out of the house, it's not just his house. It's obvious the others care about her, and they were all friends before I came around. I can't be that girl.
"Don't be so dramatic. I'm fine. I was simply saying you don't have any room to talk. I wasn't trying to stir you up."