“Now tell me about this Geraint.”
“He’s my cousin.” I state with a grin, loving the fact that he is so territorial with me. The jealous streak makes him less than perfect and even more endearing. “It’s complicated. He is the heir to Tiberius’s throne and has been held captive for the last three years. I need you to understand that we have a familial bond; I trust him, he helped us escape, and I want you to like him. He poses no threat to you and I.”
“I never said he did.” The words come out gruff and defensive, a scowl marks his face. It makes me smile even wider. He’s so cute. I laugh out loud, and the sound makes him jump.
“Lycur, he’s kin. He helped me get Lyva free. When we reached the forest, he could have run ahead and left me behind, but he stayed with me, he made sure that I was
