Because when his gaze pierces mine, I don’t see him. I see his father. The future king knows this was my doing. He knows because he showed me that tunnel and its key. He knows because he trusted me with that information. Kitt knows that I betrayed him. He holds my gaze, looking so hurt, so horrified, so full of hatred. His eyes are so cold that I nearly shiver under his stare. The boy glaring down at me is devoid of every bit of warmth, every bit of charm I’ve come to know. He is cold. He is callous. He is like this because of me. He is his father. I
