"Who said I was going to choose Lisha as my queen?" Anger gushes through me that she could somehow believe that I'm capable of such deception, but I remind myself that she doesn't know who I am. But I thought she felt what I did. I know she did. I saw it in her eyes. That only leaves one option. Someone planted that thought in her pretty little head. Yes. I would definitely have to keep her close. I don't want people's hate to fill her ears. I need to protect this innocence she has to her.
"The woman at the table. And Lisha sort of insinuated it." Her bottom lip trembles, and I want to kiss it.
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