70. Cat Outta The Bag

Rune loves me.

I spent the better part of my night pacing my room and scolding myself. I shouldn't have reacted that way.

But then...what was I supposed to do? Smile, tell him I love him too and move my things to his room?

*Yes,* Sloan chides. She's mad at me, has been since last night. I scowl as I take the staircases down to the dinning hall. After my epic flop last night, I thought I'd honour Rune's invitation for breakfast with his family.

I'm not ready to be all lovey dovey with them--though, I doubt they would be welcoming as well, but...this isn't for them.

I feel the tug on the bond as I draw closer to the hall, and my insides twist in complicated knots. I suck in my bottom lip, biting lightly on it nervously.

And when the guards let me through the door, heads turn in my direction. King Fenrir, Queen Zephyr, Rune, Gin...my heart slams into my chest when I see a familiar dark haired male, seated next to Gin. Darian's here.

Why is Darian here?

My steps falter and my palms go cl