"Did you think of Prince Rylan?" Mikhail asked, his voice softening as he let go of my arms. "Did you think of me?"
Freezing, I met his eyes. They stormed, flickering with so many emotions I couldn't keep track of them. But one was obvious: pain. It stabbed me in the stomach, tearing at the carefully crafted mask I wore. Guilt I had buried underneath layers of ignorance resurfaced and the breath was knocked out of me. He was right. I didn't think of what would happen to everyone after I was dead.
He had anchored himself to Rylan. My family, Viorica, he had asked about them separately. But he and Rylan were paired together. Why? They were friends, yes, and Rylan had assigned Mikhail as my guard, but other than that there was nothing that linked them to me. So, why would he- My eyes
