CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
After the two kings retired to the library to have a brandy, Jules sat in the sitting room with Enrique. She clasped her hands on her lap to keep them still. He’d wanted to talk with her alone. She didn't blame him. She assumed he wanted to discuss his brother.
Alejandro.
Her heart ached.
Who was she kidding?
Her heart had almost died when Alejandro left. The raw pain in his eyes had made breathing difficult.
She’d hurt him. Worse, she'd done it on purpose. She’d lashed out in her own pain because he’d been unwilling to make a commitment to her.
Jules wanted to scream and cry, but she sat, showing no emotion on her face. The way she’d done her entire life, except for the time she’d spent with Alejandro. Sailing, talking, building castles in the sand.
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