39.2 A HEALTH BREAK 2

I suddenly stopped feeling bad for my PA when I realized why she was so on edge.

They were hiding things from me again. They knew—Bea, Dad, Jester, they all knew—how much I hated that.

“Give me my earpiece,” I said to Freya, pointing at the tiny purse on the couch beside her.

“You have to focus on the Finale.” Bea said, snatching it away before Freya could even reach for it. “Forget what I said about New York. Right now, focus on the show, and when everything’s done, you can go and cuddle up to Jester as much as you like and have that talk.”

“And if I say, ‘No, I don’t want to go to New York?’”

Bea wouldn’t meet my eyes. “Come on. Be reasonable. It’s just a health break…”

I narrowed my eyes at her, focusing on Bea’s emotions.

How suspicious. There was concern for my health, certainly. But strangely, Bea seems to be more focused on my safety rather than the possibility of me relapsing into anorexia. Then, there’s the thing about Sir Merrion following me around on the orders of the King