*she shot him! In any case, he's flown off to blow off some steam...*
Owen-
Well, she obviously didn't want me anymore.
That was at least the fiftieth time I told myself that.
"Get a grip," I told myself.
It was cold up here. I went into a nosedive to go back to the courtyard, hoping she'd have left.
Faede-
I pushed him away again. "Didn't I just explain to you? It has nothing to do with you yourself, you're an arrogant git, who's completely self centred and thinks nothing of others!"
"Of course I think of others-" he began.
I held up a hand. "Be quiet Tristan." He shut his mouth, steaming. "I have tried to be kind to you. If I had you, then I could let the others survive unscathed. You give me no choice." I clicked my fingers. "Guards, put them in the dungeons. Let them rot."
