AMELIA

The morning light hit the dining room table, but my appetite was completely gone. I kept my face buried in a fashion magazine, flipping through pages without reading a single word.

I was worried sick about Rey after seeing him walk in bloody two nights ago, but that didn't erase my anger over how he had been giving me the silent treatment and locking himself away.

"Princess, can I talk to you?"

Rey’s deep voice cut through my thoughts. I didn't look up. I just buried my face deeper into the pages, pretending the magazine was the most fascinating thing in the world, wondering how he managed to show...