Zara's POV
The bruise on my ribs throbbed every time I breathed, but I didn't care. I just wanted to be alone.
There was this spot behind the old training hall, where the stones were warm from the afternoon sun and the wind didn't bite so hard. That's where I went. Away from the whispers. Away from the questions.
I leaned against the crumbling wall, sliding down until I was sitting on the ground, my knees drawn up, my arms wrapped around them. My hoodie stuck to the blood dried on my sleeve, but I didn't move.
It wasn't just the pain from the fight.
It was the glove. The crest. The look in Ronan's eyes when I accused him.
I'd never seen him look like that before. The look wasn't an angry or guilty look. It was just…. hurt.
"Zara."
I didn't have to look up. I alrea
