I was midway through the glory known as pancakes when Ash and Orion arrived. The red flush of fury in Orion’s cheeks did not go unnoticed by me. He made a point in sitting beside me and ignored Zoar’s smirk. “Willow, where have you been? The Prince and I have been searching the castle for you this morning when you didn’t come back from your little walk.”
Zoar chuckled. “That would be my fault. I ran into her as she was meandering down the halls and happened to ruin her clothes. I insisted she get changed.” He turned his gaze to Ash. “Well, what do you think? It suits her, doesn’t it?”
Ash swallowed hard. His eyes refused to meet mine. I had a pang of panic. Did he hate the outfit I was wearing? “I’m glad you’re safe, Willow.” He took a seat by Jacob before he straightened. “Wait, what a
