It's after eleven when the elevator pings announcing the arrival of Christian. He walks into the great room and halts his progress toward the kitchen when he sees me sitting there. Irritation flashes across his feature briefly before he composes his face to the emotionless mask I have grown accustomed to.
"Anastasia, what are you doing up so late?"
"I'm waiting for you. I think it's time we talked Christian"
Christian sighs as his shoulders slump, "What's so important, that it can't wait until morning?"
He's joking surely. He notices the incredulous look on my face, as I open my mouth to make a smart-ass comment. I roll my eyes and he narrows his and for a split second I'm transported back to happier times and I want to laugh at this ridiculous situation we're currently find ourselves in.
"We'll talk in the morning; I'm too exhausted to deal with this now. Go to bed I'll be in shortly"
With that said, he strides out of the room and straight into his study where he closes the door, I move to follow, but as I approach the door to the study I hear the distinct sound of the being locked. Shocked, I stand and gaze at the locked door, he's never locked the door before, and why would he do it now? Surely he knew I would follow. Is that the reason?
Dejected and more hurt than I care to admit to myself I drag myself to our bedroom mostly in a complete daze.
There is something going on with Christian. He's acting more Fifty than usual. Why won't he talk about what bothering him?
Well if he wants to be childish about it, so can I dammit.