Fifty-two:
Princess Sirena
When no one was looking, I managed to sneak my things out of Zale’s room. I knew there was a chance it would cause a fight. But until I knew the truth about what happened with Neri, I couldn’t stomach sleeping in the same bed as the person that might have killed her. Or worse. I had tried calling my family, but no one would take my calls. Gale must have told them not to talk to me. That was the only thing that I could think of.
I did it while everyone else was at dinner. I lied and said that I wasn’t hungry. The furniture itself was still in there but I moved what little belongings I had back. As I was putting my clothes inside, Antero saw me. He crossed his arms over his chest and let out a low whistle.
“Well, well, well,” he said, “what do we have here?
