#Chapter 147: A Friend You Haven’t Met

To my surprise, Caleb does not force the issue of my lying, even though he scowls deeply at me. Instead, he drops his hold on me, turns, and abruptly walks out of the room. Somehow, this feels worse. I’d almost rather he stay and argue with me, than face what I did just now. On his face, in a flash, I swore I saw disappointment as he looked at me. He covered it quickly, but it still sliced through me. Closing my eyes, I sent a quick apology with my heart. I only lied because if he knew the truth, he would stop me from going. I have to go, discover the truth, and use that information to help save him before his manifesting guilt crushed him whole. I couldn’t find his mate, but I could do this. And I will. With Caleb gone, Bethany reemerges from the closet, carrying our disguises. Bethany, as a handmaiden, may not have as elaborate a gown as me as a consort, but she still had finer garments than the majority of those in servitude. As such, Bethany has procured a pair of a