Nestore's POV
The words struck like a bullet to my chest. I froze.
"No, I—"
"You are," she insisted, voice rising just a pitch "And that’s what’s eating you alive. Not that she escaped, not that the staff failed, It’s that you can’t handle the fact that the one woman you wanted to own… left you."
"Shut up," I growled, stepping closer, face inches from hers.
She looked up at me, brave or stupid—I couldn’t decide.
"You called me her name, Nestore," she said, voice breaking. "You didn’t even realize it until I looked like I was about to cry. That’s how far gone you are."
"She’s not—"
"She’s not what?" she pressed. "Not worth it? Not important? Then why do you look like a goddamn ghost since she disappeared?"
I turned away again, swallowing hard.
"I don’t love her," I said, my voice
