““She jogs until she reaches Billy, and falls in step beside him. He glances at her, then back at the ground. “Is this how it is, then?” she asks after several moments. “One visit to my sister and we are no longer friends?” He stops at the crest of a hill and squints out at the sun sparkling off the ripples in Sealhead Cove. “I wish we weren’t. When my father sent me to Rolanth, I swore that I would hate you. That I wouldn’t be a fool like Joseph and get myself stuck in between.” He smiles at her sadly. “Why couldn’t you be wretched? Don’t you have any manners? You should’ve had the courtesy to be terrible. So I could despise you.” “I am sorry. Shall I start now? Spit in your eye and kick you?” “That sounds like something Arsinoe would do, actually. So I would find it endearing””
