“You would choose her,” Kitt whispers. “You’ve already chosen her, over and over again.” “This is ridiculous, Kitt—” The king stands, nearly toppling the chair in such haste. “It should only ever be us. You and me, always.” His gaze grows wild. “You remember that, don’t you? Before she came into our lives and left it in shambles.” Paedyn’s voice is small. “What are you talking about, Kitt?”
uhm lower your tone
