Malik’s eyes flared brightly. “It’s her. You’re right. I’m here because of her.” I tasted tangy, almost bitter anguish again. It was powerful, but what cut through it was sweet, reminding me of chocolate and berries. I inhaled sharply. “Millicent.” Kieran frowned. “The Handmaiden?” He nodded. “Nearly everything—” Malik’s voice roughened. “Nearly everything I’ve done is for her. She’s my heartmate.” My mouth dropped open. I hadn’t been expecting that.
