I had purely and simply fled the room before he came out of the bathroom. Without even tasting the tray brought by one of the servants and now, my stomach was cruelly angry at me: its discontent was of the noisy type.
Maybe walking in the garden would help put my mind in order.
My relationship with Cahl was shaping up to be perilous and difficult. It wasn’t healthy to base it on a deal, whatever its nature, or level of emotional involvement. That kind of deal... it never worked. Not even in novels or movies: there always came a point when one of the two suffered and I refuse to be intentionally unhappy.
I don’t have the character to not give a damn about it. I would like, sincerely, to be “that” kind of girl at ease with herself, without any sentimental expectations on the part of her p
