Page 84 of Moros

Ryanne tried getting Morgana some tea but I agreed to do it.

Kneeling on the floor at the center table, I worked to set up her tea for her. Ryanne watched me intently—her gaze was hot on my body but for some reason I didn’t feel the same excitement I felt before.

I couldn’t explain it.

It was as if I didn’t want to be hers anymore.

Though that thought made me sad, I added a cube of sugar and a splash of cream as Morgana told me she liked her tea, then lifted the mug to her—two fingers in the handle, and a callous fingertip at the bottom and extended it to her.

Morgana giggled like a schoolgirl and accepted it.

“You’re a darling.” She told me. “This reminds me of when Theodore and I were dating. He would take me out for tea—the fancy little cups and saucers were entirely too small for his hands.”

She sighed.

“But he did it for me anyway.” Morgana grinned. “It was some of my best times.”

My cheeks heated as I smiled at her.

“He loves you,” I told her. “I don’t think I have to tell you that. And when you love someone, you aren’t afraid to look silly to make them happy.”

Morgana used a finger to tap my cheek. “Exactly.”

“Did you want one?” I asked Ryanne.

She shook her head. “Can we talk for a little bit?”

Sighing, I eased to my feet.

The truth was, I wasn’t sure what we needed to talk about. I was at the point where I just wanted to get this whole thing over with, figure what the fuck was going on and move on.

She wouldn’t be the first woman to break my heart and I was very sure she wouldn’t be the last.

As much as I knew I wasn’t anyone’s type, there will be a time down the road when a woman turned my head. No matter how thick of a wall I kept building around myself, it was bound to happen.

Unfortunately, I was still human.

“Go.” Morgana told me. “I’ll be okay.”

Unable to stop myself, I touched her soft cheek tenderly.

When Morgana kissed the air toward me, I laughed softly but nodded and escorted Ryanne from the house. When we were a safe enough distance so Morgana and Theodore wouldn’t hear us, but not too far that I couldn’t get back quickly, I rested my hands on my hips.

“I just wanted you to be jealous.” Ryanne spoke.

A darkness rose inside me and while I tried not turning, I swiveled to face her.

“I didn’t—” Ryanne paused.

“When we landed here you were acting strange,” I said. “And I thought, all this must be overwhelming for you. I don’t do well with most emotions when it comes to other humans—when it comes to women. And yes, I didn’t know what to do for you but to give you space so instead you decided to let some other man take you out.”

“Khadri.”

She reached for me, but I stepped away.

“Don’t touch me.” I snapped. “Don’t you ever touch me again.”

“Khadri, please. You don’t mean that.”