I’m not that pitiful little girl you bullied last year.
People make mistakes all the time –some of us just are in more of a position to leave an impact when we do.
You can be a great man and still be a fool. Many of our country’s leaders can attest to that. Were they still living.
He was a prince. There was no hope in saying yes to the boy with the garnet eyes who left me reckless and confused at every turn. There was no future with him. None. Darren had duty. To the Crown. Gods only knew Priscilla and Blayne had spent enough time reminding me of that.
Someday, Ry, you are going to realize who Darren really is. He’s a prince, and he’s only going to break your heart.
We couldn’t be friends. We couldn’t be enemies.
So what were we?
Anything for Byron’s least favorite apprentice. It’s the least I can do since you took over my torch.
So how did you do it? What makes the cold-hearted princeling mortal like the rest of us?