Diana’s pov
I walked out and stood on the balcony.
The room was suddenly too stuffy and suffocating for my liking.
There is something I have learned in my short life on this earth.
Knowing that something is true and accepting it as true are two completely different things.
You can know the truth; it could be carved into stone, but accepting it would still be hard.
And now here I am, having a hard time accepting the truth Ezra just told me.
No matter how hard I think about it, it can’t be true.
But I know Ezra, and it is times like this that I hate that fact.
I hate the fact that I know him better than anyone to know when he is telling the truth.
And unfortunately for me, now is one of those moments when he is being honest.
“But it doesn’t make any sense, you are the Alp
