Chapter Twenty-One
The problem with allowing cracks to remain in one’s heart was that eventually they widened. And one day, they’d be large enough to swallow a person whole.
Tyson had allowed Amalie to remain in his heart as a c***k, as damage that had never been repaired. And now, she’d broken him wide open.
But she wasn’t the only one.
He burst into Edmund’s room, slamming the door open without knocking.
Edmund lay sprawled on top of the thick furs. He didn’t wake.
Tyson threw his hand out toward a water pitcher on the table at the far side of the room. The clear fluid rose into the air before sailing across and dropping on Edmund’s head.
He sputtered awake. “What in La Dame’s name do you think you’re doing?” He flicked wet hair out of his eyes. “Oh, let me guess. You tripped and
