VeckingBut no. He should have played it differently. Should have remained impersonal with his mastery of her. Won her respect with pain and consistency alone. Except he knew that was an impossibility.
He eased back and let her go. When she glanced over her shoulder, waiting for him to lead, he wanted to drop to his knees and weep. How could he have won her allegiance, bonded with her, and yet not keep her?
“Would you like to see Lamira?” His words came out sounding forced, throat still clogged with unchecked grief.
The startled joy on her face worsened the ache in his chest. “Yes, please.” Her soft voice held no stiffness or rancor.
He dropped an arm around her waist and guided her in the direction of Zander’s chamber. The prince normally worked from his chamber, but he’d been away fro
