Princes of Ash (Royals of Forsyth University, #8)

by Angel Lawson

You were supposed to cry. To run. To make it easy for me to break you. But you didn’t break. You just kept fucking going. And then…” My stomach clenches. “Then what?” His eyes dart to my belly, then back up, making his hair flop in his eyes. “You rescued me.” His jaw tics. “Twice.” “I did what any Princess would do,” I say carefully. “No. No one has ever done something like that for me before.” He looks at me with red-rimmed eyes. “Not when I was ten, or fifteen, or twenty.” He inhales, eyes searching. “So why, Verity? Why do you do it, knowing damn well I can’t rescue you back?” I lift my hand and cup his cheek, knowing the answer. “Because, Whitaker Kayes, despite how hard your father tried, this isn’t a transaction for me. I showed up because I see what you don’t.” With a sad smile, I stroke his cheek. “That you’re worth saving.”