132. Bitch

Valencia.

I can’t get it out of my head.

What I saw…it cannot be. Please, don’t let it be so!

Surely, I’m overthinking this. There is no way….

But every time I even blink, I see the image of Callista and Theon together, strolling through the garden, smiling at each other, and talking. I try to tell myself that it's probably nothing. She just came back from the Guild, and he was asking her about her experiences. She did have quite a harrowing time. Also, he'd known her for quite a while.

But I can't shake it off. When I stared at them as they strolled, I felt something wrong in my gut. And my gut I never wrong!

As I step through the hallways in the castle, my mind runs back to yesterday. As soon as Theon saw her appear, he pushed me away. He had done it before too, but this time, he'd done it when he saw her.

And she'd looked shocked. And hurt. Why did she look hurt?

In my room, I throw my sword on my bed and sit down next to it, dragging my fingers through my hair. What did it mean? W