OCTAVIA'S POV
This man, the look in his eyes, he never cared, and I was a fool to think he had changed; he didn't care, Nikolai, who wanted a son who would take his place, be his, as he had been.
A stand in Kingroot, but that went wrong? What sudden change of mind? What was I missing?
Where was the f*****g?
"Since I am being all honest this minute, then tell me, how is it easy for you to toss away a son that served you with all loyalty for years? A son that heads to stew into your shoes? Tell me, how easy was it for you to turn your back on him and meadow elsewhere?"
Holding back wouldn't do any good; I knew that already. Pushing first was the best I could do; I needed to know the truth to find the missing piece of the puzzle.
And Make crawled up his lips; he clicked hi
