I run into Gin at the terrace.
She is wrapped in a cloak, peering out into the space at nothing in particular. A bottle and a glass sit nearby. As I pass by, lifting my skirts, I hear her say, "You don't deserve him."
Frowning, I turn slightly. Her eyes are red rimmed and swollen. She's been crying.
My frown eases out a little. "You keep your opinion to yourself. I don't give a s**t," I tell her, but my words are soft. Why is she crying out here, in the cold? Because of me? Or Rune?
Gin chuckles, bringing the bottle to her lips. "Countless times, I've wondered why. Why it had to be you. What I lack that he found in you. Perhaps it's your fire. You're fearless, pup. I'll give you that."
Shaking my head, I continue walking away. She's drunk, and talking nonsense.
But she continues, "M
