"The child in Juliet's belly belongs to Duke Locke."
"She barely left him. Is our lord really going to raise his enemy's child?"
The rumor moved fast. Ronan hid nothing from me. That evening, he set the results of his investigation on the table. Every merchant and minstrel spreading the story had taken Locke's gold.
"What do you plan to do?" he asked.
"Do you believe me?"
Ronan frowned. "Do I look like an i***t?"
"Then why do you look so upset?"
He was silent for a moment. "I'm jealous that he had ten years with you. And I hate that I came into your life so late."
I walked around the table and cupped his face in my hands. "You weren't late. I met you at exactly the right time."
Ronan pulled me into his arms and kissed me with all the jealousy he'd been holding back for days. I did
