Page 35 of Fallout

I guess this is how it’s going to be now.

I sit down beside Will. His entire body tenses which makes my chest squeeze painfully.

Does he really hate me that much?

“I’m, uh, sorry.” I lower my head, letting my hair curtain my face. “I didn’t mean to read your thoughts. I didn’t even know it was something I could do.”

Will abruptly stands from the couch and he storms from the room. I sit there, not knowing what to do or say. I hear him in the kitchen. He opens the fridge, probably grabbing a snack.

I pull my knees up to my chest, hugging them against me.

What am I supposed to do now? How do I get Will to forgive me? It’s not like I purposefully read his private thoughts.

Part of me wishes I could tell Parker, but Blaine is right. I can’t tell him. If Will is this upset, maybe the thought means more than I imagined.

What if Will has feelings for me? The thought almost makes me snort. After all the grief he gave me about my feelings for Parker, there is no way he feels that way about me.

Besides, it’s Will. He doesn’t do warm and fuzzy feelings. He’s about as expressive as a rock when it comes to romantic feelings.

Maybe he’s just that upset that I read his thoughts and not so much what he was thinking.

That must be it.

I sit back on the couch, feeling a little better. This is Will—he can hold a grudge like nobody I’ve ever met. He’ll eventually get over it.

After a few minutes, Will comes back into the living room. He notably sits on the other side of the room from me.

Well, just because he’s on babysitting duty doesn’t mean he has to interact with me.

I clear my throat, but Will doesn’t look up from his phone to acknowledge me.

“Do you know when Parker will come?”

Will, looking very intently at his phone, shrugs his shoulders in response.

Knowing I won’t get anything else out of him, I grab my book from the coffee table and start reading. It’s a fantasy romance about fae which makes me wonder what fae are really like. I know from talking with the guys that they exist. I’d ask Will but I’m pretty sure he would just ignore the question.

I wonder if supernaturals have their own search engine. That would come in handy. But I get the feeling most supernaturals are tech savvy. Some of the younger pack members have cell phones, but most of them don’t. Then again, it’s probably not important to have one when you can mind link.

Eventually, I’m able to stop thinking about Will and his bad attitude. About thirty minutes later, there is another knock on the door. I shut my book but I don’t move to get up. I already know Will won’t let me open the door. When I hear Parker’s voice, I jump up and run over to him. He smiles widely when he sees me and steps inside. I run to him and he wraps his arms around me.

I sigh, leaning into his embrace.

The door opens and shuts—likely Will leaving. I’m not surprised that he’s not saying goodbye, but I am hurt by it.

“Are you okay?” Parker puts his hands on my shoulders to push me back slightly. He looks at me carefully. “You’re upset about something.”

I wave a hand. “It’s nothing.”

“Henley.” Parker narrows his eyes, giving me a stern look.

I sigh. “It’s nothing. Just… Will. He’s moody. You know how he is.”

Parker frowns. “He’s still being mean?”

“Don’t worry about it.” I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “He’s just Will. If he wasn’t moody, I would be concerned.”

He chuckles. “You’re right. I just don’t like that he upset you.”