Bound To The Bastard Prince
“I would rather beg strangers for scraps. I would rather die than crawl back to you. You are nothing but a bastard, Laurent! A selfish, cruel bastard who ruins everything he touches!”
He shook me, hard enough to rattle my teeth, and my knees buckled.
A deep voice cut through the air, steady and sharp. “The lady told you to let her go.”
Hayes.
I turned my head and saw he was already closer to where we stood, his body still but his eyes locked on Laurent with an edge I hadn’t seen before.
Laurent’s grip on me loosened slightly, though his body stiffened. He turned his head slowly, his expression curling into something ugly.