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I narrow my eyes, feeling the tension start to ease from my shoulders.
“When did you get so smart?”
“I’ve always been smart. You just haven’t looked hard enough.”
“If you’re so smart, then tell me what I’m supposed to do now,” I ask, genuinely needing his input.
“Well, what do you want to do?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you want her?”
“More than anything.”
“Then you need to figure out a way to apologize and explain that you didn’t mean what you said.”
“I didn’t,” I say in defense.
“I know. I can tell when you’re lying. But she can’t. You hurt her. You need to fix it.”
“I have no clue where to begin.”
He sighs in annoyance. “I can’t do it all for you.”
I glance at him, and he rolls his eyes.
“Look, you’ve been with her for several months now. You know what she likes, what gets her excited, what makes her smile. I’m sure if you really think about it, you can figure out a way to apologize and show her what she means to you.”
We’re quiet for a few minutes while I think about what he said. Can I really do this? Can I let go of the past and move forward with the woman I love?
“Hey, Arrow?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.”
He grins, and I smile back. That might be the first smile we’ve shared in a very long time, and I hope it won’t be the last.
Chapter thirty
Elora
“Wow. Whose home did you say this is?” I ask as I stand in the foyer of the castle and spin in a circle.
“It belonged to Freya’s family. The Freya that was born here, that is. But her family was all killed,” Arrow tells me as he surveys the space.
“By the other Elora, right, I remember that part. She was a pretty bad egg, huh?”
“A bad egg?” he asks in amusement.
“Is that not an expression here? It means she stunk.”
He laughs and wraps his arm around my shoulder. “No, I’ve never heard that, but I love hearing all the things that come out of your mouth.”
“That’s only cause you haven’t heard me sing,” I tell him with a smile.
“That bad?”
