Leonidas POV
I am helpless as I watch Alora leave my room. I should go after her, but Anila is blocking my way. The light around us flickers, and the hag before me transforms into the young woman I knew so many years ago. Her blonde hair and freckles have been restored and there is not a wrinkle to be found on her skin. I had forgotten how beautiful she was.
Her trick almost works. I almost melt under her smile and forgive her, but I am not as naïve as I was a century ago.
"Move," I warn her.
"You could have chosen me," she growls. "That night at the ball. You could have chosen me."
"Is that what this is about?" I scoff. "I was never going to choose you. Even if I wanted to, my father would have never allowed it."
"I killed him for you," she snaps.
"Apparently, you k
