The next day, Adrian rode into Joravia, straight to my shop's door. As Lord Adrian, finding me was child's play. After Nathan's comfort, I was ready to face him, to settle things for good.
The moment he saw me, he strode over. Months on the battlefield, every second spent thinking of me, he'd said. He'd raced back to Belmor, rejecting titles and riches for one decree—to win me back. Seeing me now, he looked like he'd reclaimed a lost treasure, his eyes tracing my face, noting the softness in my cheeks from Joravia's quiet life.
He reached for my brow, but I dodged. "What do you want, Adrian?" I asked coldly, the reality of our broken bond sinking in.
His hand dropped, but his gaze burned. "Isabella, I owe you so much. Sylvia fooled me with her fake kindness, and you suffered for it. I s
