Jaden kept staring at the double doors of the hall where his mother had just stormed off, a trail of her boiling anger still hanging in the air of the throne room. Tamara had left too under the pretext that she needed to do something very urgent, and now he and his father sat at the table silently, both of them busy with their thoughts.
Jaden’s head was spinning from what had just happened, from all the mixed feelings that burned within him, from the prospect of a different future. One word and Isabelle could be his tomorrow. One word and he could satisfy this insatiable need that haunted him every waking second, stealing his rational thoughts and calm composure.
He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so excited and terrified. He had been fooling himself before when he thought that w
