Chapter 368: Confessions

Liam was gone by the time I returned to my room, Charlotte remaining a respectful distance behind me. Nice of her. Either that or she just wanted to avoid my temper.

I stood there in my dorm, brain running in a circle before I turned and left again. This was ridiculous. I had to sort it out and the only way to do that was to talk to Liam.

We were friends. The kiss was just a mistake, a slip up. I'd hash it out with my Sidhe friend and then go shove it in Quaid's face.

Part of me ached with sympathy for Quaid. He'd never known real love, not as a child, a toy and a power source in the hands of the Moromonds, then a spy among the Dumonts searching for the means to avenge his parent's deaths. The only time he'd ever come in contact with people who really cared about him was in my family, and those moments were brief. I knew he was a good person, deep down. He'd proven it to me over and over again, between bouts of jerkishness. But was the damage done too profound for him to move past?