The silence in the East wing had grown larger that I had expected.
I didn’t like that.
It had been four nights since Bane had barged into my room.
I couldn’t get that memory out of my head.
Why did I kiss back?
Why didn’t I push him away?
What was happening to me?
I wished that Nathaniel was at least around for me to talk to. It was always easy to have a conversation with him.
I had stayed in my room, staring at the door, waiting for a letter that never came.
The "Ghost" had vanished.
I wondered if he had grown tired of me already.
I sat by the window, my Novel open to a random page. I wasn't reading .
I was letting my mind wander to all the places that I couldn’t reach.
"You look like a Victorian painting, Amaya. All tragic longing and pale."
I turned to see Regina leaning
