"Sky... I'm sorry about... back there." He could feel a blush creeping in. "I..."
"It's ok. I like you, truly." Sky fidgeted with her dress.
As he looked away, Shad saw a brief flare in Ballow's eyes. Was it jealousy? Or envy? Whatever the case, Shad was confident he could deal with it. Then he remembered another old proverb: "Pride goeth before the fall."
