“And tell us, Your Highness,” Lord Ferand said with an amused tilt to his voice, “how exactly do you plan to secure foreign investors when you can’t even secure your own emotions?”The room chuckled.“Or perhaps your close friend Adrien could seduce one for you. He seems to have a certain... charm.”
Kieran’s POV:The large oak doors loomed in front of me like a gate to hell. For a second, I stood frozen outside the Council Chamber, my heart pounding so violently in my chest I swore they could hear it inside. My hands were clammy and my throat dry. I adjusted the collar of my coat and forced my
“Too late for that,” I mumbled.He finally looked up then.And for the first time in days, our eyes met.I froze.His eyes were red and glossy. And filled with so much guilt it made my chest ache.“I miss you,” he whispered. “I miss you so much it hurts.”I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. My throat
His jaw clenched when he saw the blood.“Let go,” I said, in a low and cold voice.However, he didn’t.Instead, he said nothing. He looked so angry, so heartbroken, his entire body shaking as he stared at my wound. His eyes were dark and wild. His breathing was uneven.“What did you do?” His voice b
Kieran's POV:The demons were haunting me again.They always came back when I was alone. When it was quiet and dark and hopeless. The worst part? They looked just like me.I stood in the bathroom. Even though it was a different bathroom, a different mirror, a different cold marbled floor under my fe
Adrien's POV:“You don’t get to decide how much I can take,” he said bitterly. “You don’t get to decide anything for me. And the fact that you think you do.. it proves you never saw me as your equal.” “That’s not true,” I said, stepping closer to the door. “You are the strongest person I know. You have survived things no one should have to. But this is not about it at all. It’s about the fact that I love you. And when you love someone, you want to protect them, even if it means they end up hating you.” “I don’t want your protection,” he said. “I wanted your honesty.” “I am here now. Telling you everything. Doesn’t that count for something?” “No,” he said. “It’s too late.” The words hit like a slap. And I wished it had been. Physical pain would have been easier to take. “I am sorry,” I whispered. “I am so, so sorry.” I leaned my forehead against the door, guilt crashing over me like waves during a storm. There was a soft click. The door unlocked and I stepped back instinctively,