Getting Answers

Stefan

We continue to spar, and I need to ask him about Harlyn, but I can't just ask straight out without him questioning why.

“How are things with you and Lucy?” I ask, unwilling to get into my issues yet. We continue to move against each other and take the hits while blocking others. I know now he can’t attack me with his questions about my eyes, as when I mention Lucy, his mind focuses solely on her, as if no one else exists.

I need that. How can I tell him I was so angry because his sister had a ring on? The same sister I threw vile words at and rejected. The one I now realise I hurt, and somehow, that reality hurts me?

“All is going well, Stefan,” he smiles at me before swinging; I dodge the hit and swing back.

“And the wedding, have you two decided when this will happen?” I know they kept planning it, but they kept putting it off for some reason. “You don’t want to wait too long. You never know when someone might get the courage to sweep her away from you,” I say teasingly. He h