CYRENIA
“Are you sure you’re up to this?” Myles asked.
I slid a dagger into my boot, grateful I wasn’t wearing a dress any longer. They were too free, leaving me feeling exposed. “Yes. Stop asking me that.”
“You’ve been off all day. It’s only natural for me to worry.”
I felt Myles’ eyes on me, watching closely. I had barely talked to him after the morning incident. I did my dutiful job of acting like a loving mate when we were in front of others, but I barely looked into his eyes. When we were alone, I only spoke when necessary.
“Maybe I’m just hangry,” I said.
“I knew you were upset by that. You know I didn’t mean anything I said to Roman. I was just trying to smooth over the incident.”
I knew that already, but I couldn’t stop myself from feeling bitter. “How could you just stand
