Dominic’s POV
Her words hit harder than a punch to the gut. Harder than a sword, even. I could practically feel the bruise blossoming inside me.
She clearly knows what happened on that day. How could she accuse me of taking the throne?
Couldn’t get them outta my head. Like, not even for a second. They just… sat there, rattling around my skull, gnawing at my patience until I felt like I might just snap. Faithful. To me. When she had every goddamn reason to walk away. When I’d left her out in the cold, let Mira sweep through the halls like some ghost, filling up the spaces that were supposed to belong to Elora.
What the hell was wrong with me? I had convinced myself Elora was already halfway gone, body here, heart tucked away in Dante’s hands. Every suspicious glance, that weird buzz in
