I was sulking the next days because Wyatt had been staying at the palace for some time.
I was sitting in the common area, my back against the pool table as I read a book but let's face it, I couldn't even concentrate. I needed to do something, anything else.
" Hey," I jumped from the floor when I spotted Azriel passing by.
"What?" he gruffed.
" Where to?" I asked, ignoring his rude tone.
" Excuse me?" he raised an eyebrow at my overly excited voice.
" I thought we were friends so..." I trailed and he smirked at me, crossing his arms against his chest,
" We are not friends, and you need to get yourself some,"
" I thought we were!"
" Just because I told you some details about my life doesn't make you my friend," he said coldly and I was taken back. I was quick to assume.
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