CHAPTER 17: His Remedy

　　[Moyra’s POV]

　　I stood dumbfounded, trying to determine exactly what it was that I did to offend Armon to the point of being so distant. Was it because I had been a burden earlier on? Or was it simply him showing the line between us?

　　Although I had no intention of doing anything more than having someone familiar to talk to, I still felt an overwhelming sense of hurt over his clear rejection. It had felt almost as if he had slapped me in the face, rather than just spoken some words.

　　Pushing aside my emotions, I grabbed a drink and brought it to my lips. I didn’t need to dwell on this. Like him, I didn’t have intentions of getting close to anyone, especially since I planned on leaving soon. This was simply a temporary arrangement, and I had to keep reminding myself of that.

　　"Moyra," Eli's gentle voice drifted through my brooding thoughts, jolting me back to the present and the ball, which was now in full swing. "Are you alright?"