ZOELLA’S POV
My pink boots squeaked against the marble floor as I walked into the palace.
Yes, squeaked.
These boots had survived mud, rain, and even a goat stepping on them once, but somehow the polished palace floor made them sound like I was walking on glass.
Whatever.
I looked cute… End Of Discussion.
Baggy jeans, pink T-shirt, and my freshly dyed blue hair bouncing around my ears.
I was ready to see Violet.
But the moment I stepped into the hallway, someone blocked my path.
Not just anyone.
The guy who’d been sitting beside Merrin in the dining hall yesterday.
The same guy who helped defend me the day I sneaked into the palace.
But for reasons I couldn’t explain, I didn’t like him.
Actually, no… I hated everyone who was close to Merrin.
He is tall.
Broad-shouldered.
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