I asked Ronan to leave first.
Soon, only Dominic and I remained in the courtyard.
The night wind swept through the corridors of the residence, carrying the scent of distant pine.
Dominic stood before me.
For a man who was always so composed, he suddenly looked as though he didn't know what to do with his hands.
"Go ahead," I said. "What do you want to say?"
His lips parted.
"That night..." His voice was rough. "I shouldn't have treated you that way."
"Oh," I said lightly. "Because I turned out to be the King's sister?"
"No."
He denied it almost instantly, faster than I expected.
"Before I knew who you were, I already..."
He stopped, as though something had lodged in his throat.
I watched him quietly.
"This past year," he said with difficulty, "every time I saw you, my wolf re
