Odessa's POV
Vulcan wouldn't leave me alone. Deep down, I knew he didn't care. Maybe he just wanted to make sure I didn't die in his house.
I inhaled sharply, then exhaled slowly. "Vulcan, like I said, I'm fine. You can leave now."
He still wouldn't stop banging on the door. What did he want from me? For me to confess that I wanted him? That I was jealous of everyone in his life?
Of course not. I wasn't about to admit any of that. I would never measure up to Ciara, or even Ariana. I was just another girl in his life, someone he was helping until I figured things out.
"Odessa, I'm begging you. Please, open up," his voice softened, and despite myself, it calmed me.
I pressed my palm hard against my eyes, trying to numb the pain in my heart with physical pressure. I wanted something to hurt more than the ache inside, but I wasn't going to hurt myself—not to make anyone worry.
