Chapitre 43: Secrets – Part 2

David pushed out of the couch to stand. He stared at me a second longer, then he stepped around the low coffee table and started to pace in front of the fire, his face tight and frustrated.

"You always press me forward," he muttered.

It was true, but it just made me mad that he was willing to say it. "I'm only asking you to be honest! That's all I'm asking for!" I pushed out of the couch and planted myself in front of him as he passed so that he drew up short, his face angry.

"Honesty? Honesty is a weapon in the right hands, Zara! If you think being honest can't hurt—"

"Of course it can, but that's why it's so important! Why are you avoiding the question?!"

He gave me a dark look. "Because it should be evident! You shouldn't make me… I can't…"

"You're the King. You can do anything you want!" I folded my arms, not wanting to admit I felt a lot more vulnerable than I should have.

Why wouldn't he answer?

He huffed. "I can't say this. I shouldn't say this!"