I glance away. “I don’t want to do this anymore.” I turn toward the door he just came through. “I should go get dressed for breakfast.” I hear him sheathe his sword, and then his hand catches my arm gently. “Please.” It’s a broken word. A desperate word that cuts the tiniest hole in my anger. “Please,” he says again, and his voice is so very soft. “Please, Harper.” He has a magical way of saying my name, his accent softening the edges of each r to turn a couple syllables into a growl and a caress all at once, but that’s not what gets my attention. It’s the please. Rhen is the crown prince. The
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