“It’s not your fault...”
“I can’t keep using that excuse, Thera,” I shot back, closing my eyes as a flood of flashbacks ripped through my mind.
His scent, his touch, his moans in my ear... those were the kind of memories you couldn’t erase. I’d never lived through a moment that filthy and hot in my life.
But then there was that part where Kaden mixed me up with someone else...
“Did he confuse me with that Isolde? For a second I thought he’d cry when he hugged me. He... thought I was her, that he’d hurt me... the way he hurt her...”
The realization hit me.
The prince wasn’t cold and indifferent with women just for fun.
I think it was a defense mechanism.
He’d hurt that person who mattered so much to him, to the point of showing himself that vulnerable... Isolde.
A little bitterness
