"I'm turning into a terrible person," I whisper under my breath as I walk back to my quarters.
"Pardon, your highness?" Emma steps closer, her long legs making short work of the distance between us.
I put a hand on my chest, feeling my heart pound beneath it. I've never felt more distant from my past as Maria as I do now. Because I know for a fact that if I was still the college student of my past life, I would have fought tooth and nail not to extend violence on another person after seeing bad boyfriends raise their hand on my mom.
"I said, I'm turning into a terrible person," I repeat a little louder, causing Emma to double-take at my sudden words. "And... it doesn't bother me as much as it should."
"Your highness..." Emma murmurs slowly, accustomed to my occasional outbursts. But I'm not finished talking yet.
