Chapter 232
Poppy
I'm so frustrated.
I can't move forward with the ghost of Felix hovering around me like some chain I can't shake off. Every time I start to breathe, to think maybe I can be happy with Isaac, there he is again. In the hallways. Outside class. At my dorm.
And today—furious—I see him standing in front of my dorm again.
Word has already spread through the academy like wildfire. "The Prince is chasing after the Longear," they whisper. Some say it's romantic. Some say it's pathetic. I don't care what they call it. All I know is that it puts me in the worst possible position. It makes Isaac look like a fool.
I hate it.
Felix is ruining whatever good memories we might have once had, twisting them into something suffocating.
"Your Highness, what are you doing here?" I say, my voice sharp with the frustration I no longer bother to hide.
