Chapter Ten
Three years ago
Tyson froze. When it was time to fight for the woman he loved, he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t go against his mother.
Tyson had seen it in her eyes. The knowledge that some part of him might never be hers.
He’d seen things in Dracon he’d never imagined. So much death. He’d almost lost everyone he loved. At the end of the fight, his sword was bathed in blood and his soul was forever tarnished. He’d almost given his life to protect everyone he loved. His mother. Etta. Alex. Edmund. How could he give every bit of his loyalty to only one person after everything they’d all been through?
He had to figure out a way. Amalie deserved every part of him.
The guards who’d taken Amalie away offered him a suite of rooms once belonging to Amalie’s father.
Because he was
