Selective Memory

Rosalind looked at Tobias with a cold, detached gaze, the barest hint of a smile on her lips. But the mockery in her eyes made Tobias so uneasy he couldn't even meet her stare.

"Lord Tobias, you sure have a selective memory. Skipping class to hang around brothels, picking fights—you've done it more than once. And every time, I took the blame and got punished in your place. Have you forgotten all o