Chapter Twelve: What we forbid

Baila

I was anxious.

It was not a new feeling neither was it uncommon to me. In fact, I could not remember ever going more than a week in my life without the usual feeling of anxiety gnawing at my chest and causing me to sweat like the sun was right above my head.

I paced the room, biting my nails as I waited for Sara to come to me. I had a vague idea of what the consequences of both I and Sara’s actions were. I understood Nolan’s anger but still, I hoped he would be lenient with Sara.

I could still feel the discomfort I had endured when Aaron walked me to my room minutes ago. He had not said a word to me which was normal but what wasn’t normal was the tension in his stance, the way his jaw ticked with worry and annoyance every time I tripped on the way back to the castle and the fact that he had not glared at me like he usually did. I found it strange and disorienting.

I shook my head.

Aaron’s strange behavior was not important at the moment. My pressing concern was Sara and Nolan’s