Dangerous to the community? I didn't know whether I should laugh or explode in anger about the accusation. At the end, I chuckled. Then laughed. Again and again. Until my hand held my belly as my boisterous laughter echoed through the area.
"What else did the princess tell you?" I asked, darting glances between her and Rachel.
Rachel lowered her head in shame. Or was it guilt? Or anger?
Oh, what did it matter? It didn't change the fact that she was a two-timing bitch. I am not Queen material? Well, was she? With her thick black hair when she was at an age where she should be owning a couple of white strands.
So much for being friends. I would rather keep to Diana alone.
"Don't try to deviate from the subject topic. Who are you? I don't believe for one second that you had lost your memories… you could be a spy!" Claire insisted, her face a bland mask, not exposing any emotion. But I was sure she was seething—she has been since Adam took interest in me.
