Penelope's POV
The words hit too close to home.
"I'm working on it," I whisper, touching the necklace with trembling fingers. "Believing I deserve this. Deserve you."
"You deserve everything," he murmurs, kissing my forehead with such tenderness it makes my chest ache. "And I'm going to spend every day proving it."
His phone buzzes against his hip. He glances at it and frowns, his expression darkening.
"What's wrong?" I ask, studying the hard line of his jaw.
"Nothing," he says quickly, typing a response with sharp, efficient movements. "Just pack business. Kane Wintermoon wants to meet about the upcoming tournament."
Kane. Sophia's oldest brother. One of the three brutal Wintermoon siblings now connected to Timothy through marriage.
"What does he want?" I ask, trying to keep my vo
