Lane Conlay’s POV
When she and Ethan had formally dissolved the bond, the faint, uncompleted mark on her neck had completely faded away, leaving only a dull, ghostly trace of where the thread had once tried to anchor itself. But those words remained stubbornly stuck in Lane’s throat. She didn't want to speak about her failed mating, especially not to a strange male she barely knew. True, she had seen Prince Kaelen a few times in the past during the grand Royal Galas at the Capital, but she had never actually interacted with him. She had only ever observed his imposing, terrifying figure from a safe distance. That was before.
Kaelen, observing her sharp silence and the defensive posture of her shoulders, let out a low breath. His golden eyes softened just a fraction. "Sorry," he said, his
