Prince Keith's POV
I didn't know why I let myself get so riled up. The moment I laid eyes on Molly and Heather together, a surge of irritation coursed through me. I didn't want to see Molly with Heather. I had my reasons for this. I returned back to my room and sat in my wheelchair.
I let out a frustrated sigh. Why did I even bother? I knew Heather wasn't going to listen. She never did. She never listened to anyone, least of all me. And yet, there I was, worrying over her as if it mattered. As if it made any sense for me to care about her at all.
I hated the fact that she was slowly slipping into my mind, that wasn’t the way it was supposed to be, Heather is someone I am not supposed to care about yet I couldn’t stop myself. I should have allowed her with Molly and then she would have
