“You cannot think I’m not owed an explanation,” I pressed. And then my dratted voice betrayed me as it cracked along a line of my heart. “You, of all people.” Hawkes closed his eyes, as if the sound caused him pain. He bent his head, released the slowest of breaths, and looked up. “You have every right, Miss Lion.”
I am utterly in love with this man. And I am still praying that she is too. One day.
And that he’s in love with her.
Is that too much to ask?
