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He stared stonily ahead. "It was probably for the best. I would have just messed things up for
you. You wouldn't be where you are now.”
"What's that supposed to mean?”
"What do you think it means? God. People live or die at your command now, Your Highness.”
"You're being kind of melodramatic.”
"Am I? All day, I hear people talking about what you're doing and what you're thinking and
what you're wearing. Whether you'll approve. Who you like. Who you hate. They're your
puppets.”
"It's not like that. Besides, I had to do it. To get back at Mia…”
Rolling his eyes, he looked away from her. "You don't even know what you're getting back at
her for.”
Lissa's anger flared. "She set up Jesse and Ralf to say those things about Rose! I couldn't let her
get away with that.”
"Rose is tough. She would have gotten over it.”
"You didn't see her," she replied obstinately. "She was crying.”
"So? People cry. You're crying.”
"Not Rose.”
He turned back to her, a dark smile curling his lips. "I've never seen anything like you two.
Always so worried about each other. I get her thing—some kind of weird guardian hang-up—
but you're just the same.”
"She's my friend.”
"I guess it's that simple. I wouldn't know." He sighed, momentarily thoughtful, then snapped
back to sarcastic mode. "Anyway. Mia. So you got back at her over what she did to Rose. But
you're missing the point. Why did she do it?”