Thirty-three:
Princess Sirena
Zale was dancing with Charlotte when he was supposed to be dancing with me. It was what I wanted. To stay distant from him. To make The Argenti believe that I wanted nothing to do with him. So that I wouldn’t have to kill him. They might. But he wouldn’t die by my hands. That was something that I could live with. I didn’t want to kill someone that had touched me, that had kissed me, that I had been so close to falling in love with….
I should have been happy. This was going exactly where I wanted. But somehow, my stomach was knotted. I was angry. I hated this whole thing. I couldn’t stand the idea of watching the two of them together. I wanted to rip Zale from Charlotte’s hands, but I couldn’t possibly do that without looking insane. Instead, I
