“No, Harper. I will not do that to them.” His eyes darken, his tone sharpening. “I certainly will not do it to her.” I go still. There’s a protective note in his voice that I haven’t heard before. A look in his eyes. I have to draw back farther, shifting into the chair to study him. I was stuck on all the loyalty and strategic talk that reminds me so much of Rhen, but now I’m focused on the last part of that sentence, on the intensity in his gaze. Oh. Oh. He’s in love with her.
