DPOV
How on earth was I meant to respond to that? Quite frankly I'd rather she have kissed me again. She was right. I couldn't handle the truth. Not when it clashed so intensely with my sense of honour towards my duty- towards her duty. She'd fallen into my hands only to then overrun my life. I swear she pulled the strings. And it terrified me. I was scared of her, of how she'd come to know me so well so quickly. People I've known my whole life haven't figured me out as she has. And it makes me vulnerable. My feelings for her have to be my deepest of secrets, especially from her, and yet she figures it out constantly. I need the most control around her, but as far as I'm concerned, she doesn't give a damn and pulls my strings, weakens my control simply by being.

"I have a shift," I lied stiffly. "You should go check on Lissa."
"Princess Dragomir," she sharply corrected. "Since you don't respect either of us enough to stay, it's Princess Dragomir." This passion, this hate, anger and frustration that radiated off her just made her more appealing. It was weird and it was wrong- so, so wrong- but her fiery, all-or-nothing, unafraid-to-feel attitude only pulled me to her more.

Why? I had to ask, why? Why was she something I couldn't have yet needed like air? Why had I fallen victim to her prowess and beauty? Why did Rosemarie Hathaway have to be so much more attractive when she was pushing me away and just being plain stubborn!

"I'll see you later, Miss Hathaway." I saw her flinch before I stepped out the door, pulling it shut with too much force.