Sophia scoffed, thinking of all the times I'd hovered around her, desperate for a scrap of attention. "What, playing hard to get now?"
She expected me to blush, to stammer, to crumble. But I just looked at her, calm as a still pond, then turned to stare out the window, like her words were nothing.
She frowned, her gaze lingering. I'd lost weight, my frame thinner, fragile, like a gust could blow me away. Something flashed in her eyes but she didn't say a word.
We got to the healer's house, and I went along with it, letting them draw my blood.
Tube after tube, my face grew paler, my body weaker. When I stood, I swayed, and Sophia reached out to steady me.
I stepped back, dodging her hand. Looking her dead in the eye, my voice shook from blood loss. "That enough?"
Without waiting for a
