“I’m tired.” I release a breath and rub my forehead. “The court, our mother, the burn of the poison—” “When you find your queen,” he interrupts, “all your worries will melt sweet on your tongue like amber honey. And what about Lara? You were going to leave her at the mercy of that foul prince?” “For a moment, yes. But then I couldn’t. I couldn’t let him hurt her.”
