Chapter 66

Dexter simply shook his head and said, "I should be the one saying sorry. I dragged you into all that awkwardness." Honestly, he knew he played a part in the mess. If he hadn't let his temper flare and gone head-to-head with Jareth, Celestia wouldn't have ended up with those red marks on her wrist. As soon as that thought crossed his mind, his gaze unconsciously dropped to her hand. Celestia didn't pick up on the look of guilt and concern in his eyes. Something else popped into her mind, and she added, "And what Jareth said earlier..." Clearly, she hadn't forgotten his stinging sarcasm. Dexter's heart skipped a beat. "What about what he said?" he asked, looking at her with growing unease. Was she starting to figure it out-what he felt for her? Luckily, she wasn't even close to that. Instead, she said softly, "Don't take it to heart. He was just mad and said it out of spite." Oh... So she didn't notice anything. That thought reassured Dexter, but oddly enough, it stung a bit too. "Alrig