*Collogue: to confer secretly.
“I wish you would just talk to me, rather than collogue with my father.” Artemis shook with rage. “Why can’t you just have a little faith in me?”
I bit my lip, what was there to say? What could possibly calm her down?
“I just don’t understand,” She was pacing now, “why lead me on like this? Why pretend that I mattered to you?”
They’re good questions, I just don’t have the answers. I wish I had the words to explain this to her, to set things right. Even better, I wish I’d never gotten into this whole mess.