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"Sure," said Lissa, smiling at her. Camille smiled back.
Lissa dropped the compulsion, and a wave of dizziness swept over her. She felt weak. Camille
glanced around, momentarily surprised, then shook off the weirdness. "See you after dinner
then.”
"See you," murmured Lissa, watching her walk away. When Camille was gone, Lissa reached
up to tie her hair up in a ponytail. Her fingers couldn't quite get all the hair through, and
suddenly, another pair of hands caught hold and helped her. She spun around and found herself
staring into Christian's ice-blue eyes. She jerked away from him.
"Don't do that!" she exclaimed, shivering at the realization that it had been his fingers touching
her.
He gave her his lazy, slightly twisted smile and brushed a few pieces of unruly black hair out of
his face. "Are you asking me or ordering me?”
"Shut up." She glanced around, both to avoid his eyes and make sure no one saw them together.
"What's the matter? Worried about what your slaves'll think if they see you talking to me?”
"They're my friends," she retorted.
"Oh. Right. Of course they are. I mean, from what I saw, Camille would probably do anything
for you, right? Friends till the end." He crossed his arms over his chest, and in spite of her
anger, she couldn't help but notice how the silvery gray of his shirt set off his black hair and
blue eyes.
"At least she isn't like you. She doesn't pretend to be my friend one day and then ignore me for
no reason.”
An uncertain look flickered across his features. Tension and anger had built up between them in
the last week, ever since I'd yelled at Christian after the royal reception. Believing what I'd told
him, Christian had stopped talking to her and had treated her rudely every time she'd tried to
start a conversation. Now, hurt and confused, she'd given up attempts at being nice. The
situation just kept getting worse and worse.