~ DAVID ~
"…she swore that their conversation on the balcony was only about girl things." Erik said dryly. "She admitted that she'd been jealous and said she was getting sick of Zara lording her position over the rest of them, so she got a little snappy with her. But of course, then she got playful with, asking me—you—if I blamed her for her frustration. I stayed quiet on that point."
"No, that can't be the whole story," I muttered, pacing back and forth in front of the fire in the study, which had been my favorite room in the entire palace, but now all I saw when I was there was the place that I'd held Zara in my arms for a whole night the first time, and the way she'd comforted me, the things we'd done in that room.
It made my skin feel like a prison I wanted to cut my way out of.
