#Chapter 166 – The New King

“Where are Nico and Frankie?” I ask quietly. “They’re doing their jobs,” he replies, his slightly raised eyebrow letting me know that I don’t need to know any more than that and shouldn’t ask. But it has the opposite effect. “Christian,” I groan, leaning hard against the counter as I shake my head at him. “Why won’t you tell me? Why won’t you let me know?” “Because when I do you look at me like that!” he says, nodding towards me and gesturing towards my disappointed expression, my half glare, my clear grief. “So what,” I ask, shaking my head. “You’re not letting me in on your life because you don’t like my reactions? Because they make you feel bad? Christian – maybe you should feel bad!” “Iris, if you think that I don’t feel bad about this –“ he snaps, shaking his head hard at me, “and god, what a fucking understatement of a word. But if you don’t think that this doesn’t affect me too?” He leaves the statement rhetorical, letting me draw the natural conclusion. “Then why c