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move away as I brushed my teeth. Instead, he watched me through suddenly guarded eyes. The cocky demanding attitude he’d sported since I met him had vanished only to be replaced by this silent, brooding man. I didn’t know which I preferred.
    When I finished, I handed him the toothbrush. I watched silently as he tossed it into the trashcan beneath the sink. Calix moved to open a door on the far side of the vanity. I realized, as he plucked a cloth from a stack, that it was a linen closet.
    Calix walked back to the sink beside me, wetting the cloth with warm water. He squeezed the cloth before wiping it across my forehead, over my neck and shoulders and down my arms. His actions were so gentle and caring, I found myself confused. Maybe I was just delusional after my episode.
    Finally, setting the cloth aside he spoke. “Are you ill?”
    I thought about lying. Would he leave me alone if I told him I was sick? No, I didn’t think he would. “No.”
    “What was that then?” He asked, gesturing to the toilet.
    “Maybe I’m pregnant.” I shrugged. I knew I wasn’t. That wasn’t even a possibility, but Calix did not need to know that.
    His eyes darkened and his jaw tensed so tight, I feared for his teeth. “You’re not.”
    “How do you know?”
    “Because never, in all the time that I watched you have you entertained another male.” Calix ground out the words. “Don’t lie to me, Nova. I don’t appreciate it.”
    “How long have you watched me?” I demanded.
    “Why did you get sick?” He asked again, ignoring my question.
    Suddenly filled with anger, I replied. “Because of you. Because I have to marry you!” I yelled. “The thought alone makes me sick!”
    Lifting his chin, he blinked. Other than that, there was no sign that my words had any affect on him. “Get used to it.”
    “Never.” I shook my head, covering my sob with a hand. “I’ll never get used to the thought of being your wife.”
    “You have two weeks, Nova.” He gripped my wrist, pulling my hand away from my mouth. “If you haven’t found a way to accept this in two weeks, I’ll have to force you.”
    “How?”
    “Amy.” He spoke my little sister’s name as though it were nothing. And to him, she was nothing. She was a bargaining chip and nothing more.
    “You’re a bastard.”
    He shrugged. “That doesn’t change the fact that you’ll be my wife.”
    “Why?”
    He frowned. “Why what?”
    “Why do you want me?” I shook my head. “Why do you want me to marry you?”
    “It had to be you, Nova.” He said quietly. “It always had to be you.”
    “You’re crazy,” I breathed. My heart was racing. “You’re fucking insane.”
    His hand moved to catch my chin in his grip so fast I couldn’t have avoided contact if I’d tried. “I told you once to abstain from using that language, Nova.” His eyes were dark. “I will not tell you again.”
    I spoke through the grip he hand on my mouth. “So don’t.”
    “That kind of language is anything but becoming.” He dropped my chin. “I don’t want to hear it again. Next time there will be consequences.”
    “You aren’t my father.” I rubbed my chin. “And you have no right to touch me.”
    “You’re right. I’m not your father. I’m your fiancé. And that does give me the right to touch you, Nova, any way that I like.”
    I cringed away from him. “Are you threatening to rape me?”
    “No,” he shook his head as though I was pathetic. “I won’t take you until you beg. I’ve told you that as well.”
    Again, I had the urge to tell him I hated him. But this time, I refrained. It was a waste of energy.
    “I’d like to be away from you.” I stated bluntly. “Please leave.”
    He shook his head. “What will you do?”
    “I don’t know and I don’t care.”
    “Then I’m not leaving.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
    I felt like crying for the billionth time today. “I’d like to have a shower.”
    He nodded. “Very well,” he took my