Chapter 26: SILLA

What the heck? I almost lifted my hand to rub my chest where it hurt. Why should I feel this almost pain in my chest at the mention of some other girl’s name? Maybe because of the way his face had softened when he thought of her. It’s obvious that he cares for her, whoever she is. She gets warm looks and winsome smiles while I get growls and insults. Oh well, I knew there had to be some blonde bombshell somewhere in his life.

That didn’t stop me from feeling just a little bit melancholic, though, and the eggs that I’d only just been thinking had got to be the best I’d ever had suddenly lost their taste. I kept my head down for the rest of the meal and was just thankful I didn’t cry or do anything more stupid.

I excused myself from the table at the first opportunity. “You okay, Silla?” Mom started to get up from her seat at the table where she was working on her third cup of coffee while in deep conversation with Mace, who, as far as I can tell, was the nicest one in this bunch.