The Favorite - Kiera Cass Page 0,7
then, pausing, brought it back.
I sighed. Sooner or later they’d figure it out. And I didn’t know whether to wish for it or not. I wasn’t ready to leave the palace. Not just yet.
I barely touched my lunch. I was too nervous. And while I didn’t go to the same extremes as I had for Maxon a few weeks ago, I caught myself glancing in every reflective surface I passed, checking to make sure I still looked put together.
I didn’t. This Marlee’s eyes were wider, and her skin glowed brighter. She even stood differently. She was different. I was different.
I thought my maids leaving would help me relax, but it only made me more aware of the time. What did he need to say? Why did he need to say it to me? Was it about me?
I left my door open as I waited, which was silly, because I was sure he had watched me pace for a bit before clearing his throat.
“Officer Woodwork,” I said, a little too brightly, turning into a bird again.
“Hello, Miss Marlee. Is now an okay time?” He walked in, his steps unsure.
“Yes. My maids just left and will be gone for about an hour. Please sit,” I offered, gesturing to my table.
“I don’t think so, miss. I feel like I need to say this quickly and go.”
“Oh.” I’d built up a fragile kind of hope around this meeting, as stupid as it was, and now . . . Well, now I didn’t know what to expect.
I saw how uneasy he was, and I hated it. I couldn’t stand the feeling that I somehow contributed to it.
“Officer Woodwork,” I started quietly. “You can tell me anything you want to. You don’t need to be so anxious.”
He let out a breath. “See, it’s things like that.”
“I’m sorry?”
Shaking his head, he began again. “That’s not fair. I’m not blaming you for anything. In fact, I wanted to come here to take some ownership of it, and to ask your forgiveness.”
I frowned. “I still don’t understand.”
He bit his lip, watching me. “I think I owe you an apology. Ever since I met you, I’ve been going out of my way, hoping to catch you in a hall or get to say hello to you.”
I tried to hide my smile. I’d been doing the same thing.
“The times we get to speak are some of the best times I’ve had in the palace. Listening to you laugh or hearing about your day or going over a subject with you that I’m not sure either of us understands, well, I’ve loved it all.”
His lip hitched up into that sideways smile, and I chuckled, thinking of those conversations. They were always too short or too quiet. I didn’t enjoy talking to anyone as much as to him.
“I love them, too,” I admitted.
His smile faltered. “I think that’s why they need to stop.”
Did someone actually punch me in the stomach, or was that just my imagination?
“I think I’m crossing a line. I only ever meant to be friendly with you, but the more I see you, the more I feel like I have to hide it. And if I’m hiding it, then I must be too close to you.”
I blinked back tears. From the very first day, I’d done the same thing, telling myself it was nothing while knowing it wasn’t.
“You’re his,” he said, talking to the floor. “I know that you’re the people’s favorite. Of course you are. The royal family will take that into account for sure before the prince makes his final choice. If I keep whispering things to you in hallways, am I committing treason? I must be.”
He shook his head again, trying to figure out his feelings.
“You’re right,” I whispered. “I came here for him, and I promised to be faithful; and if anything between you and me could be considered more than platonic, then it should stop.”
We stood there, staring at the floor. I was having a hard time catching my breath. Clearly, I’d been hoping this conversation would take the opposite direction—but I hadn’t even been aware of that until it didn’t.
“This shouldn’t hurt this much,” I mumbled.
“No, it shouldn’t,” he agreed.
I ducked my head, rubbing the heel of my hand into an aching spot on my chest. My eyes flitted up, and I saw that Carter was doing the exact same thing.
I knew at that moment. I knew he felt whatever I felt. It may not have been what was supposed to happen, but how