I could tell you all about how I showed up by my door in Rune's torn bedsheet and mascara stained tears rolling down my cheeks. I could also describe Boris's disdain and anger.
Not at me, of course. It had taken three growls to stop him and the rest of my guards from heading to Rune's room and doing things that would no doubt put the peace between our races in jeopardy.
I could tell you about the following days and how much I cried, how much Sloan raged, how much I literally felt like dying and jumping out of my window, feeling like a stupid slut with peas for brains.
I could tell you all about how much I wanted to claw Ginevra's eyes out, every time she blushed at a congratulatory comment, every time she smirked in my direction, as if to say, "In your face, bitch."
I could also tell h
