The sky over the Atlantic had turned an ugly, bruised purple by the time evening fell. I sat by the large window in my room, watching the wind whip the ocean into a frenzy. The waves were massive now, white foam crashing against the rocks like they were trying to tear the house down. It felt like the world was reflecting the chaos inside me.
The confrontation in the study had left me raw. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that photo of little Damian and his mother. I saw the pain he tried so hard to hide.
Kings don't have hearts, Elena. They have crowns.
"Liar," I whispered to the empty room.
A massive bolt of lightning cracked across the sky, followed instantly by a boom of thunder that shook the very foundation of the house. I jumped, my heart leaping into my throat. I’ve never like
