“Bullshit,” I snort and Zayd lifts his head up to look at me, brows raised. “Is it? Because he told me when he saw you, that he felt like his entire life was being rearranged inside his chest. I think it’s why he hated you so much, to combat the other emotions.” I say nothing, but my throat feels tight again, and I’m fighting back those strange tears at the corners of my eyes. “And the consequence for him?” Zayd nods at my quarter. “Make a wish,” he tells me,
