His shoulders sink, face falling. “I think…” Reaching up, he grasps a fistful of his shirt, right over his heart. “I think I love her, Pace. I was too chickenshit to say it, but I felt it, and she’s out there right now, thinking she belongs to nobody. But she does.” He exhales, asking, “I mean, what if it were Verity?” This is easy to answer. “If it were Verity, I’d burn this whole fucking city to the ground to find her.” “Yeah.” Ballsy nods, glancing back at the forest. “You’re a Prince, you can do that. But I’m just a nobody who makes it easy to pin this shit on.”
