Chapter 66
“Whose dream is this?” I spread my hands out, frustrated by being sucked into something I don’t want to feel.
I don’t want to know that my father was brought to his knees trying to save me. I don’t want to be taunted by a vision of what I can never have.
“Ogres don’t dream of love,” I say. I know I sound belligerent, but I don’t care.
“And that’s why you should know that I’m not an ogre,” Bronson growls. “But perhaps you are. Will you please leave me to my dream? It’s a good one, and I want to enjoy every bit of it.”
The girl doesn’t seem to know I exist. Nor does she respond to her prince talking to me. It’s as though he never speaks to me in her world. She simply stands in his arms, looking adoringly at him.
“If you’re not an ogre, then what are you?” I ask.
“A prince.
