I wasn't sure what I was thinking. My conversation with Jared had left me furious, then guilty, and overall… wanting.
I wasn't able to sleep at all that night. I tossed and turned, going over every word that had passed between us.
On top of my severely conflicting emotions, I'd entirely forgotten about the reason I'd gone to his study again in the first place–the map.
He'd seen right through me, of course. He'd warned me of the dangers I'd face on my own. Maybe it was the fact that I'd been mulling all of this over at close to three in the morning, but I'd started to feel like maybe he was right. I was safer here than I was on my own, at least for now.
But Jared's words continued to plague me well into the next morning. “Why are you so mean to me?" he'd asked.
Because I'm scared
