It was harder to sleep on my second night alone. I wasn’t scared, but there was nothing to keep me occupied and that meant I couldn’t stop thinking about Ares.
I suppose I had been strange for not feeling like that about anyone else before, and Gaella certainly seemed to think I had these thoughts and feelings about Luc.
As I fought through the frustration and physical discomfort I actually felt sorry for Gaella for the first time. Luc had ignored her while she was like this to be with me, and I understood now that it had done more than hurt her pride. And she probably couldn’t believe that I didn’t feel as desperate as I did right now. I finally realized that she saw me the way I saw Zaahra - Luc was hers, and I was taking him from her when I had no right to.
It didn’t matter to her
