"So this is why Mr. Charming's mood is ruined." He wiggles his eyebrows, teasing, merciless. "Because his wife isn't home. He didn't get to see his wifey's face this morning."
"That's why you've been so irritated all morning."
My face breaks. Just a little. A crack in the armor, small but visible.
My mood is ruined because I didn't see him this morning...?
How...
I shake my head lightly—a small movement, barely noticeable, like I'm trying to shake water from my ears after nearly drowning.
What the hell is this?
I look at Sum and snap, my voice sharper than I intended. "Sum. Stop spitting nonsense, or I'll throw you out of the car."
Sum tries to control his laughter—shoulders shaking, lips pressed together in a thin line, eyes watering. He looks like he's about to burst.
"Fine, fine." He holds up his hands in surrender before returning them to the wheel, exhaling slowly. "I'm sorry. I was just teasing."
