POV: Gina
I stared at Caleb.
He stared at the doors Princess Lena had just disappeared through, as if he could still sense her presence lingering beyond the corridor.
The silence stretched. Heavy and suffocating.
“So,” I said carefully. “Again. What exactly did she mean by bonded?
Caleb remained motionless. Which was extremely suspicious.
“Prince Caleb.”
His jaw tightened.
“It means,” he said slowly, “that whatever is happening between us may no longer be reversible.”
That was not an explanation. That was a threat wrapped in poetry.
I folded my arms. “You keep saying dramatic things. Details, please.”
A flicker of exhaustion crossed his face before he finally turned toward me fully.
“Trey recognizes you.”
“I gathered that much from the possessive growling and borderline psycho
