“A disappointment for many,” she said. She sounded more like her old self now. He’d officially destroyed her serenity. Perhaps a lightning bolt would be in the offing after all.
“I’m sure. But I had thought there might be a way of softening the blow.”
“And that is?”
“You,” he said. “I’m going to need you, Layna.”
CHAPTER TWO
LAYNA FELT LIKE the world had just inverted beneath her feet, and only the wooden gate was keeping her from folding. “Excuse me?”
“I need you.”
“I can’t imagine why you think that, but trust me, you don’t.”
“The people love you. They don’t love me, Layna.”
“The people love me?” she spat, anger rising in her, anger she always thought was dealt with. Until something came up and reminded her that it wasn’t. Something small and insignificant, like catching sight of herself in the mirror. Or burning her finger when she was cooking. In this instance, it wasn’t a small something. It was the ghost of fiancés past, talking about the people. The people who had loved her.
She’d made her peace with some of the people of Kyonos. She served them, after all, but she didn’t feel the way she once had about them—confident that she had a country filled with adoring fans.
Quite the opposite.
“Yes,” he said, his voice certain still, as though he hadn’t heard the warning in her tone.
“The people,” she said, “behaved more like animals after you left. Everything fell apart, but I assume you know that.”
“I didn’t watch the news after I left. A tiny island like Kyonos is fairly easy to ignore when you aren’t on it. And when you’re drunk headlines look a little blurry.”
“So you don’t know, then? You don’t know that everything...everything went to hell? That companies pulled up stakes, stocks went down to nothing, thousands of people lost their jobs?”
“All because I left?”
“Surely you knew some of this.”
“Some of it,” he said, his voice clipped. “But there’s a lot you can avoid when you’re only sober for a couple hours a day.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“I imagine vice isn’t so much your thing.”
“No.”
“So the economy collapsed and I’m to blame? That’s the sum of it?”
She shrugged. “You. The death of the queen. The king’s depression. It was an unhappy combination, and no one was confident in the state of things. People were angry.”
She looked at him and she tried to find a place of serenity. Of strength. What happened to her wasn’t a secret. It was in newspapers, online. It was widespread news. It was just hard to say out loud.
But you aren’t going to show him that you care. You aren’t going to be weak. It doesn’t matter. Vanity. All is vanity.