Julian.
I found her in the corridor of the guest wing, standing before a tall window with a glass of wine in her hand.
She didn't turn when she heard me coming. It seemed she'd been expecting me.
"If you want to carry tales about me, Jennifer, you should at least tell the truth. What lies did you feed to Nevan?"
"Exactly what he wants to hear," she said softly. "He's a man who is falling in love, and for someone like Nevan, love is a strange feeling, something that he cannot control. Up until now he has never loved anyone. He cares, he's selfless but that burning feeling that love only gives, this is his first time."
I wasn't here to listen to another tale about Nevan; I was sick of it.
