“It’s not your choice, Odessa.” “My choice?” My jaw dropped, my anger igniting in a snap. “You stole most of my choices the day you set foot in my father’s throne room, husband. But we’re talking about putting innocent people at risk. Whether you like it or not, this is my choice.” “I’m trying to keep you safe.” “While giving me my freedom, right? Isn’t that what you told me? You were setting me free? This”—I waved a hand between us—“this doesn’t feel like freedom. This feels like being locked away where I’ll suffocate.”
