““No,” I said. “She would never betray me.” I could not, would not, believe it. “He’s using her for something else.” Cris’s grip on my fingers increased. “I’ll find out what.” He cleared his throat and looked away, uncomfortable inside his own skin. He stopped rubbing my hands and the fight deflated out of him. “I’m sorry. I’m not the prince—or husband—you deserve. I’m weak. I’m—” “Stop it. Those are your father’s words, and I don’t want to hear them.” I cupped his face in my palm and li...fted his chin until his eyes met mine. Unsaid assurances streamed between us. I nodded and allowed Cris to show me to his bed and tuck me under the down quilts. After he’d returned to his private study, I lay awake, listening to the darkness speak stories of wicked magic and corrupt kings. I got up and went out to the balcony. The sky was huge, dark, frightening.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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