The Cold Prince
The other man was all over me, obsessed with me.
"She never truly desired me, Crimson," Vade mutters, shaking his head a little. "She obviously entertained other lovers."
"I was in love..." I breathe. Someone has to know something.
Vade looks down at his empty plate, jaw tightening. Is that hurt I see, carved deep into his expression?
"Maybe we shouldn't speak about this anymore. We need to concentrate on healing,” Roel says carefully, noting how uncomfortable Vade has become.
The Prince abruptly stands, his chair scraping along the hardwood floor.