(ALICE)
I look at him, and his eyes bore into mine. "As long as I have to. I have nothing to say to you."
"I want to know about the man you married."
"My marriage is none of your business," I hiss at him. "Peter and I—"
"Peter?" Darian's head tilts to one side. "I thought his name was Paul."
Dang it! Peter was the name I initially chose before I concocted Paul. I still get the two mixed up at times.
"That's what I meant." I pull my arm away from Darian. "Paul and I were madly in love. He was better than you in every conceivable way, and the hole he left in my life can never be filled again. I have a lot on my plate, so if you don't mind, please just leave me alone."
He blocks my path, his eyes glittering with a strange emotion. "Why did you say, Peter?"
I'm beginning to panic. "It was a slip of the tongue."
"There's no slip of the tongue when it comes to the name of the man you loved." Darian narrows his eyes. "Who's Peter?"
"My lover!" I growl. "Are you happy now?"
