Valka
Too late do I realize my error. How much I have revealed with just one sentence. How silly it is to assume based off of what he did to me that he was a piece of shit and didn't really want a truce. "I--I can't say for sure," I add, cheeks burning with embarrassment at my outburst. "It's just… hard to tell what Rafe's thinking."
Almost imperceptibly, the air seems to grow colder when I say 'Rafe'. But his face remains stoic, making me wonder if I imagined it.
The scroll crinkles under my fingertips. "Why have you really brought me here? I know my opinion doesn't really matter to you."
