“He’s boorish,” Anne muttered indignantly, staring intently at the door that closed behind Arkahn.
Zala smiled a little but made no other comment. She grew up knowing how to read people. And Arkahn didn’t seem to even want to get close to her. Not that she minded. But he appeared more like he couldn’t wait to stop breathing the same air as her. He wasn’t breathing well at one point, as if she stank, which was not possible. And it was certainly rude.
“It’s fine. Help me put this on. Then we’ll go see Orpheus.” She handed the necklace to Anne to put on her. Arkahn had made her increasingly curious about Orpheus. And add that to how eager she was to meet the prince, she was one step away from bouncing on her feet. Still, she had her dignity to maintain.
“How long was Arkahn standing out
