Violet
"Oh, no. What is even his problem?"
He flinched, staring at me with a dazed shocked look.
"I didn't even do anything," he whispered, incredulous.
Horror sank into me the moment the sentence left his lips.
I had said that out loud?!
My hands flew to cover my mouth, as if I could shove the words back inside. Heat exploded across my face so violently I nearly felt dizzy. My pulse thrashed in my chest and my neck burned.
No, no.
Why was I reacting like this?
And even worse, he had heard me!
'Say something, Violet.'
'Say something!'
But my throat had closed up. All that came out was a tiny, mortified squeak.
I shot upright and bent, giving him a stiff bow before racing across the clearing and into the tent.
I dove into the bedroll and pressed my hands harder over my mouth, wishing the ground would swallow me whole.
I wanted to disappear and never come out again.
I had never, not once in my entire life, been called amazing. Had I ever even been praised?
