Desire churned in his eyes like a storm, so intense no one could ignore it.
Standing at his side, Lily could clearly see the desire blazing in Cole’s gaze.
“Cole...” Lily grabbed his hand, tears dripping to the ground one by one.
She wanted to ask.
Ask if he still couldn’t let me go—if he still loved me.
But she couldn’t.
That would be too harsh, too out of character for her gentle image.
So, she swallowed the questions and forced a smile instead, changing the subject.
“Look—Princess Lily cried and then started smiling again. So weird.”
Laural and I leaned against the window. From the third floor of Château de Rêve, we had a perfect view of the street below. The crowds streaming past included, of course, Lily and Cole.
“Nothing worth seeing.” I turned away and went back to my sea
