I found out…about you and Alora.
Silence again, only this time it’s deafening.
That was a long time ago, Willow.
I know.
So why be angry about it?
I’m not angry.
Jealous, then.
I’m not jealous, I counter, rolling my eyes, and I can’t believe it, but he chuckles.
You are.
You know what? Just leave me alone please. I’m not jealous. It just caught me off guard, that’s all.
Another laugh.Sure, okay.
I sink lower in the plush bed, pulling the quilt over my face.
You have nothing to worry about. It was just a stupid, drunk night for both of us. Nothing even happened.
I don’t respond. I don’t want to, and I’m not quite sure I believe him.
What can I do to prove it to you?he asks.
“There’s nothing you can do. Whatever you had with her happened, and it is what it is,” I say out loud, as if that will solidify it. “I’m over it.”
Are you? Because it sure doesn’t sound or feel like it.
“Well, I am.” I fold my arms. Goodness, what the hell is wrong with me? Acting like a spoiled brat. What is this man doing to me?
I’m at an inn, in Luxor. Killian and I will be leaving in the morning on a fast train to Vanora.
Great.
He lets out a loud sigh that washes through me.
What are you wearing?
“What?”
I didn’t stutter.
I frown, lowering my eyes to my tank top. Beneath the quilt, I’m only in my panties.
Ah. So, you’re half naked then? I hope you’re alone.
Shut up. I fight a smile.
I plan on taking a shower.
Good for you,I think sarcastically. He gives pause.
I can’t stop thinking about you, Willow.