*Kiona*
His jaw tautens. Good. Let him be angry. I am furious. Days, weeks, months of frustrated fury building to near exploding. Fury because of the wager. Fury because I often found myself worrying about him. Fury because he has probably never given me another thought, has never deemed me important enough to send word in order to let me know he is well. Sparking the fury further is the bitter disappointment that he might, in fact, have the skills necessary to slip undetected into another’s bedchamber, but couldn't be bothered to steal into mine and reassure me that he is still alive.
“I believe I have a right to see how your ill-gotten gains have benefited you. I think I have a right to see if it is worth what it has cost me”.
He looks as though I have punched him. “What has it cost y
