00012 : Tension At The Dinner Table.

MERIDA

I blinked , the sun on my face and I squinted.

My leg sting from the pain which drove through me

Lemuel stood awkwardly beside me, he glanced at an angry Lukan and then back to me, as though unsure whether to help me up or not.

"Lukan!" I gasped, my voice cracking , this was the first time I was calling him by his name.

He stood there, staring down at us, his eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched.

There was something funny in the way he looked at Lemuel, as if the very idea of us together made him angry.

I tried to scramble to my feet, but my leg throbbed, and I winced, I stayed put. “I... I tripped,” I stammered, trying to explain. “It was an accident.”

Lemuel quickly nodded, his face pale. His cheeks flushed “Yeah, she fell. I was just—”

“Just what ?" Lukan's voice was cold and low.

He didn’t seem interested in Lemuel’s explanation, nor mine.

The way he looked between the two of us, there was something else swirling in his mind—something I didn't think was possible.

Jealo