CHAPTER NINE
Royce had never felt despair like this before. It was worse than the moment when he’d seen his village burned, worse than the moment he’d seen Genevieve turning away from him before the battle. Lethe not being there felt like a hole in the world that couldn’t be filled.
“She left because of you,” Bolis said, pointing at him. “It was your armor that she went to look at.”
“You’re just jealous that you don’t love her as much as I do,” Royce shot back. He knew it was true, because how could anyone love Lethe as much as he did? His love for her might have filled an ocean, spread itself across a continent.
Except…
Except that, now that she wasn’t here, Royce felt as though that love wasn’t quite as all-consuming as it had been. Oh, he still loved her more than anyone else, but
