ZARI
“You are...odd.” Rhapsody shook her head at me when I finished telling her everything. Something about my friend made me feel at ease in letting her know the truth, something about her too-old eyes that told me she would be the last person in the world to judge.
However, she could still be pretty dense and tactless most times.
“I’m odd?” I repeated crossly. “I’m heartbroken, not odd.” We were in her hotel room, and it was again protected by the same spell to keep our conversation private. She had performed the ritual herself, which both stunned and impressed me. She must have had seriously kick-ass professors when she had been homeschooled. But then, her Master turned out to be the Marquis of Sangre. It figured.
Remembering that little fact had me shaking my head back at her. “I c
