“Was it Kael?”
Adrian’s question stayed between us.
I looked at him, but no words came.
I expected anger.
Jealousy.
Maybe even disappointment.
Instead, Adrian simply waited.
When I still didn’t answer, he gave a small nod.
“I understand.”
“You do?”
“I think I do.”
He looked toward the path where Kael had disappeared.
“You still love him.”
My throat tightened.
“I don’t know how to stop.”
“You shouldn’t have to.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
“You don’t owe me love because I treat you well.”
His words caught me off guard.
“But I told you I’d give you a chance.”
“And you can.”
He smiled faintly.
“But I don’t want to be someone’s escape from another man.”
My eyes burned.
“You’re not.”
“Then don’t choose me because you’re afraid of choosing him.”
I looked down at my hands.
