It hits me with a sickening clarity the moment his mouth presses against mine. This is what she talked about. This is what I thought was B.S.
When you think you’re seeing things so clearly—that’s the trick.
Because it’s when your mind is lost in the blur, you can’t tell the difference between truth and suspicions, reality and fears.
I shove Mr. Frog off, and he falls back with a croak of protest.
“Hey!”
Arkane’s gone.
The story isn’t ending the way it’s supposed to—
And Icelle—
It’s the first time I’ve seen her running.
“What have you done?”
Her voice is slightly shaking. I think this is her at her most emotional.
“What have I done?” I sound defensive to my own ears.
“Shouldn’t you ask your brother?” In denial, too.
“Your brother who doesn’t want to have photos taken of us—”
“Because he knows about your mom.”
Because I’m an idiot, not a princess.
“He doesn’t want her to do things that will hurt you.”
And I got everything wrong.
“He knows she’ll come here if she finds out my stepbrother’s in love with you.”
So, so wrong.
