Harper stared at me from head to toe, really drinking in my appearance like he hasn't seen me in years, and we've only parted for a couple of weeks or so.
'I've really missed you', he said, ignoring my earlier remark, and completely oblivious to the anger bubbling in my chest.
'You let me go', I said, stressing every syllable with an angry tone.
The anger I felt towards him was almost unbearable, but consistent, nonetheless. I wasn't sure why I blamed him the most, even though he was innocent of all that had went down recently. I expected him to do more, even though he didn't really have to do anything.
'I wish I hadn't', he said, and his face dropped. 'My decision has been eating at me ever since the day of the coronation.'
'That's not what I meant', I said as I realized the double entendre to my words. I didn't want him getting any ideas. The way he was looking at me was dangerous enough.