Clara
Ronan locked the door holding the prince, and turned back to me.
“We’re going to knock him out, and deliver him back to his royal father in a barrel,” Ronan declared. “I was going to bundle him in a wagon all nice and cozy but then I heard the way he talked to you. So he’s going in a barrel.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I wrote.
Ronan chuckled. “No, but I want to.”
I froze as I realized what Ronan had said. He’d heard what Prince Gideon said about me. He knew that I was a prince’s mate, and that I’d still gone with him. He heard about me seducing and scheming.
“It’s not true,” I wrote.
Ronan tilted his head. “What’s not true?”
“The things he said. I didn’t. I didn’t mean to seduce him. And Marcus abandoned me. And…” I stopped writing as Ronan rested his hand over mine.
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