"Am I all right? Did you think I was going to die? No, wait — did you want me to die?"
I couldn't control my anger. Seeing Rumdrax in such a mess only made it worse.
"Diana. I never wanted you to die. I expected you'd get sick, but I never imagined it would be this bad."
I was stunned. I swayed and caught myself against the table.
"Let's talk sitting down. You only just recovered, didn't you?"
Rumdrax said gently. I glared at him.
"So you did know I'd get sick! Don't you dare pretend to worry about me now!"
"I'm sorry. Still, sit down. Your face has gone white."
"I told you not to worry about me."
I snapped at him coldly. Maybe from how worked up I was, blood rushed to my head and the room spun in front of my eyes. Rumdrax rose to support me,…
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