For all the surprises they gave me in that meeting, the one that sits the strangest with me is Prince Liam.
“I just don’t get it,” I tell Milo as I pace my bedroom that night, gnawing on my lip. He’s offered to leave about four times, and I keep telling him I don’t want to be alone, but his presence is certainly making me jumpy. “Why would he turn against his own mother? What does his being inducted as war general have to do with him helping us keep our training secret from her?”
He watches me with amusement. He’s stretched out casually on my bed, one arm draped around what would be my pillow, several buttons of his tunic unbuttoned for comfort. How am I supposed to focus when the sexiest man alive is literally in my bed?
“Isn’t it obvious?” he asks me. “He’s choosing love over family.”
