Chapter 82

Arya

“Arthur . . . enlisted?” I ask, my voice fragile, but I don’t dare show any kind of emotion on my face. I know that if my mom finds out about what Arthur and I fought about, it would be bad. I don’t want them to interfere. “Since when? I didn’t know about that.”

Mom stops examining one of the monitors and turns to me. “Huh, okay. Well, he just messaged us a while ago, right around the time you got home, actually. We’ve been offering the job to him since the whole event happened, though.”

I clench my jaw. I want to scream and cry in frustration but I keep my calm, even to my own surprise. “Oh, okay.”

Even though I sounded pretty normal, she must have sensed my surprise because she holds my hand and says, “Maybe he’s just about to tell you, my love. Why don’t you come to talk to him?”

“I’ll do that,” I mumble, then I just say my quick excuses before hurrying out of the throne room.

I rush inside my room, trying to keep it together long enough to take out my phone and try to call Ar