Acting Strange
I stared at the calm and accepting expression on his face before I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Are you really okay with this?” I asked suspiciously.
“I guess we have to do what we have to do. What I think doesn't matter,” he replied too casually.
I pursed my lips together before rolling my eyes upwards towards the ceiling.
“You do realize that if we get this busy, then I won't have time to do any work with the King,” I reminded him pointedly.
He's not doing this intentionally to keep me from spending time with Desmond, is he?
“You were the one who said that you would somehow manage both of your roles without letting your plan with Desmond impact our arrangement,” Bradon reminded me all too quickly.
I bit down on my lower lip as I hated to admit that he was right. However, when I made that promise, I had never imagined that my workload as Diana would literally take up all of my waking hours for every single day of the week.