Oh. As her meaning dawned on him, his frown turned up into a smug half-smile, and a blush grew on his cheeks. Sloane was jealous. He might had laughed if there hadn’t been so much tension in the air around them. Thinking back on the past few weeks, the jealously seemed obvious, but more than anything it seemed silly.
“Miss Bonaccord? Sixth year, could-probably-buy-my-family’s-home-with-her-dowry-alone Miss Bonaccord?” he asked, unable to stop a chuckle from escaping his throat. “That’s silly, Sloane. I’ve only talked to her a handful of times in my life.” Miss Bonaccord! Who knew?
The palm-reading was... understandable, at least. Her palm had all too accurately aligned with her person, and that was before he’d reached the love lines, marriage lines, and everything that ventured into speculative territory. Still, if only he’d been paying attention to her more carefully, he should have been able to piece everything together.
“So you were jealous because you... like... me?” He fought back a smile as he met her eyes, and he felt his cheeks warm. He wasn’t sure what to do with the information, but it was nice to know that she didn’t think of him as a lesser to Ned. Or maybe she did. Those weren’t mutually exclusive ideas, were they? He squeezed her hand again, because that was easy. He didn’t know what he could do.
“Miss Bonaccord? Sixth year, could-probably-buy-my-family’s-home-with-her-dowry-alone Miss Bonaccord?” he asked, unable to stop a chuckle from escaping his throat. “That’s silly, Sloane. I’ve only talked to her a handful of times in my life.” Miss Bonaccord! Who knew?
The palm-reading was... understandable, at least. Her palm had all too accurately aligned with her person, and that was before he’d reached the love lines, marriage lines, and everything that ventured into speculative territory. Still, if only he’d been paying attention to her more carefully, he should have been able to piece everything together.
“So you were jealous because you... like... me?” He fought back a smile as he met her eyes, and he felt his cheeks warm. He wasn’t sure what to do with the information, but it was nice to know that she didn’t think of him as a lesser to Ned. Or maybe she did. Those weren’t mutually exclusive ideas, were they? He squeezed her hand again, because that was easy. He didn’t know what he could do.
