“Look at me.” She turned her head, met his stare. The hate was gone, his features softened. “In the tower, I put you in that red dress for a reason. It’s what you wore the first time I saw you, remember? It was at my Uncle Balneir’s party. War’s father.” Layala shook her head. “You hadn’t left your territory in a thousand years. You hid away from everyone.” “I don’t want to hear this,” Layala snapped. You were the most beautiful being I’d ever seen. You still are, he said in her mind.
