I walked through the palace corridors long after Caleb had dismissed me, replaying every second of what had happened earlier. The moment he placed his hands on me, he suddenly stepped away as though I had burned him.
The memory twisted painfully inside my chest.
Watch your posture. His voice echoed inside my head, then that final, strange look. The one that carried something desperate before he turned and left.
I hugged my arms around myself as I continued toward my room. "What is wrong with him?" I muttered.
"Nothing is wrong with him." A voice answered back. I stopped walking and looked around. The voice wasn't mine. Then I realized it was Bey. This was the first time she spoke to me so clearly, almost like another human.
Being so engrossed in my thoughts, I had forgotten I was not
