Papa let me stew in my own misery overnight. He had food sent up, and by the next morning when he came in to sit on the foot of my bed, he looked like he’d aged ten years. He ran a hand through his messy hair.
“What were you thinking Malina?” He sighed. The sound nearly broke me, but I shoved myself up and, gazing steadfastly at my fingers, mumbled an unintelligible reply. “I know things with the Erl King have not made your life any easier, and I understand if you’re angry at us all. You’d have every right to be, but this behavior-”
I gaped, opening and closing my mouth soundlessly. That wasn’t it at all! Mad at them? Why would I be mad at anyone besides the Fae King? I mean, I still bore a bit of a grudge towards Uncle Reggie, but it would wear off, with time. I must have made some sort
