“No,” I said. To him. To myself. I took a step away, crossing my arms over my chest. I was not that woman. I was not that weak. If this was another test, he could go fuck himself. “Highness, are you—” Brielle’s question was cut short with a gasp as she stepped into the tent and noticed I wasn’t alone. “Oh. Uh…” “The Guardian was just leaving.” He stared at me for another long moment. Then he was gone.
