Chapter 242

This was a disaster, but a containable one. Charlotte knowing of her and Zoey’s relationship was many times less dangerous than their father knowing. The question was, of course, whether she could convince Charlotte to be discreet.

‘We need to talk,’ Charlotte had said. ‘Alone.’

Rosalie glanced at Zoey, who read the request on her face.

“I’ll, uh, give you two some privacy, then,” she said. “Sorry about ... the misunderstanding.”

Charlotte eyed her, and Zoey raised her hands in a second silent apology—then tactically retreated from the room, pulling the doors closed as she left.

“Your girlfriend?” Charlotte all but shrilled the moment she was gone.

“I’m not sure why you sound so surprised,” Rosalie said calmly. “A relationship is hardly such a strange thing. Elodie had a string of them before ever entering the Fractures, and brought back another in near identical circumstances, didn’t she?”

“I’m hardly saying the concept of a girlfriend is shocking,” Charlotte growled. “It’s you having one.”

That might have sounded insulting in another context, but Rosalie knew what Charlotte meant. She wasn’t implying Rosalie was somehow incapable of attracting someone’s attention, just that her returning it was ... out of character.

“I wouldn’t have expected it either,” Rosalie admitted. “But the past several weeks have been filled with all sorts of surprises.” She shrugged. “I wasn’t interested in romance, but Zoey made herself an exception.” She couldn’t quite stifle the smile that admittance put on her lips.

“You actually like her,” Charlotte said incredulously.

“I would have thought the word girlfriend made that clear.”

“You know what I mean.”

She did. Rosalie’s interest in Zoey wasn’t mild or passing. She couldn’t even exchange a few short sentences with Charlotte without making that obvious. Rosalie’s cheeks colored, but she didn’t back down.

“Yes. I do like her.”

Charlotte stared. “Oh, gods,” she groaned, rubbing her forehead. “How did Father react?” A snort made it clear she suspected a debacle at best.

“Well,” Rosalie said. “That’s the thing.”

Charlotte gave her a curious look.

“He doesn’t know,” Rosalie said plainly.

And so, Charlotte locked an incredulous gaze on her for the second reason that day. “Excuse me?”

“I may have deliberately downplayed the extent of my relationship with her,” Rosalie said. “And by downplay, I mean neglected to mention entirely. But,” she said quickly, “for more reasons than just not wanting to deal with his ... reaction. There are extenuating circumstances.”

“Extenuating circumstances,” Charlotte flatly repeated.

“Zoey is ... someone who will be important in the following months and years. And I didn’t want him to think my judgment was compromised when it came to her.”

“And is it?” Charlotte asked.

Rosalie hesitated. “Yes and no.”

“That’s not the sort of question that can be answered with ‘yes and no,’ Charlotte said. “That means the answer is yes.”

Rosalie wasn’t sure she could argue against that. It wasn’t worth attempting.

“Regardless,” she said. “I was hoping he wouldn’t find out.” She met Charlotte’s gaze evenly, the request implicit.

Charlotte narrowed her eyes, and Rosalie held her breath.

Her relationship with Charlotte had always been complicated. She was two years Rosalie’s elder, and yet Rosalie held the title of heiress, and not by Charlotte’s own relinquishment of the title like with Elodie. Charlotte had wanted to lead the guild one day. Had been heiress herself, until Rosalie started to surpass her.

Their eldest sister, Elodie, could have kept the title had she wanted, but while Elodie was every bit the prodigy Rosalie was, she had dismissed all responsibility. That she’d so bullheadedly resisted Father’s displeasure even at that young of an age was somewhat incredible; Father hadn’t been pleased about a d’Celestin shirking her duty. But Elodie had been even less pleased to be forced into something she didn’t want to do.

So far as Rosalie understood it, Father had only relented because he was at risk of losing Elodie’s faithfulness entirely. And while he would have preferred an heiress of such skill, losing a wayfarer who would one day perhaps be his match would be catastrophic to the guild.

Eventually, he had gotten Rosalie as a third daughter, solving his dilemma, and his and Elodie’s relationship had settled; they were even on good terms these days, at least compared to the rockiness Rosalie had seen growing up.

Charlotte, however, was not the free spirit of their eldest sister, and much closer to Rosalie in temperament. But Father was a pragmatist, and when he had seen Rosalie handling a spear better at twelve than Charlotte at fourteen, she had been cast aside. It had led to a bitter rivalry between them, one that had cooled in recent years but which Rosalie knew was not fully gone; Charlotte saw her as competition.

Which was the source of her concern. Had it been Elodie that Zoey had so tragically mistaken for her—not that Elodie could be, being half a foot taller and with a much lither build—then Rosalie would feel fairly confident that Elodie would indulge her plea for secrecy. She might have agreed by simple merit of keeping something from their father. She was on better terms with him, but she had a habit of butting heads by nature.

Charlotte, though? Rosalie wasn’t sure what she would do.