He recognized that tone all too well. It was an impatience that hid an anger boiling up just below the surface. He glanced around the room as though looking for the way out once more, then closed his eyes tightly. It’s not supposed to be this way. Why isn’t it working right? “Now you’re sounding spiteful.”
“Spiteful? Me? What have I got to be spiteful for?”
Birk turned away and opened his eyes again. He did not want to look at her painfully beautiful body. “There’s a coldness to you that never used to be there.”
He could hear Reva get off the bed and walk around to face him. “If there’s a coldness in me, you put it there.”
“You always used that tactic, blaming everything on me. Some things are your fault, too, you know.”
“Not this time, Birk, not this time. I’m just a creature of your
