“I’m not happy with how last night went, Juniper,” Orion says, turning his eyes back to mine. “I wanted to apologize.”
Surprise runs through me because…I was not expecting that.
“I don’t know if you know this about me,” he continues, walking me again to the edge of the terrace but not wrapping an arm around me this time, instead letting me have my space, slipping his hands into his pockets. “But I…am actually not around other people that often.”
“Really?” I ask, my eyes going wider as I cross my arms, intrigued.
He nods. “I spend a lot of time with ghosts. My servants are ghosts, my mother is a ghost. It’s…fine, there’s nothing bad about it, but they’re certainly not as…alive and vivacious as people are. Not even as alive as Anton is,” he says, lifting his chin towards my room.
“Oh,
