Yara's POV
"I wonder if he's going to guess what I want," I mumbled to myself as I made my way back to the quarters. "Or if he's going to be too full of himself to be controlled."
There was something about Ramsey that didn’t sit right with me. Maybe it was the disgust he wore on his face when he looked at me. Maybe it was the way he acted as if he owned everything even though he was in rags. I couldn't tell. But there was something there.
Back in my room, I tried to sleep. But my eyes kept snapping open, watching the sliver of sunlight cut across the ceiling. It felt like the hours dragged themselves through thick mud. I kept imagining what he was going to say to me when we met, what I was going to say in response to him, if he would even show up at all.
When night finally fell, I was
