She barely knew four people and that is if it included him. "My parents, Nyles and—" she bit her lip.
"And?"
"I don't know!"
"Are you sure you don't know, Ana?"
"No."
"Your parents love you. I can't say anything about Nyles. But who likes you?"
He was trying to corner her, and worse was that she was getting cornered. "I think— I think—" she stopped as she blushed like a blood moon.
"I think you think that you like me," he completed her sentence.
"What?" she frowned. How did this turn into she liking him? It was 'who liked her'.
She could feel him smiling behind her. "I don't—"
He cut her off. "But you do."
"No!"
"Don't deny it."
She shook her head and pursed her lips. Knowing that this conversation would only yield to more confused answers, she steered it back to the former discussion. "Were the Yardraks so loyal to him that they built his statue?"
