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.