Thea hadn’t expected Ronin to have the power to hurt her any more. Afterall, it had been six years and in that time she had grown up. She’d become a mother to Sebastian and made the sacrifices that all parents made for their children. And some that were unique to her position as an unmarried noblewoman in Veren.
Hearing why Ronin had left that day helped her understand. But for some reason it didn’t take away the sting of the wound. Wounds that she thought had long healed. Their heated conversation had reopened them and left her feeling raw and more vulnerable than she had in years.
She’d left the ball after speaking to the Prince, with no desire to run into him again. The next morning, the Palace and the nobility slept late. Thea spent the early afternoon scouting out the Palace with
