Otto swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. He tore his gaze away from mine and forced out a stiff laugh, scrambling to sound casual.
"Davina, you could've just had the cleaning service handle this kind of grunt work. Why spend all that money?"
"Absolutely not!" Davina frowned and jabbed her finger toward the mug on the table — the one I'd shaped with my own hands. "That thing is hideous. I told her to smash it and she wouldn't even touch it. Otto, you smash it yourself. Prove that I'm the only one in your heart."
The color drained from Otto's face. His eyes darted back and forth between me and the mug.
On the bottom of that mug, our initials were carved side by side.
He once held me close and told me this was his most precious good-luck charm.
I stared straight at Otto, waiting to see what he would do.
Otto closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. Then he strode to the table, grabbed the mug, and hurled it at the floor.
Crash!
Ceramic shards exploded across the room.
A jagged piece sliced across the back of my hand. Blood welled up instantly, dripping onto the pristine white carpet.
Davina clapped her hands and laughed.
Otto's gaze landed on the blood on my hand. His brow twitched twice.