“If I may . . .” “I thought I made it clear that I wish you wouldn’t.” Warnick did not seem to care for King’s wishes. “I’ve never seen a man brought so low by love.” “I don’t love her,” he snapped. And what a lie that was. “It’s too bad, that,” Warnick said, crushing the remainder of his cheroot beneath his boot. “As she seemed to love you quite a bit.” She’d betrayed him. For his title. Which he would have given her freely. Without hesitation. Along with his love. “Love is not everything.”
