When I slept that night, it was only because pure exhaustion from staying up the entire night before had finally caught up to me, and sleep pulled me under against my will. Else I would have been shaking with anger and worry.
For a few, brief hours, I had felt peace. But now, I was awake again. Now I remembered everything that had happened, from being caught with Nicholas by the King, to Nicholas’s break up letter, to standing outside of his door as Nicholas refused to answer.
I meant to bottle in my worries as much as I could, but the minute Mark entered the room, I pounced toward him. He sighed, seemingly resigned to his fate.
“Is he alright?” I asked first. One of my lingering fears was that Nicholas had been harmed or was suffering from some terrible infliction – illness or otherwis
