Enslaved (Prince of the Doomed City #4)

by Sylvia Mercedes

“I thought I could save you,” he continues. “I thought I could somehow prove to you your own worth. I thought I could show you with my life, my death, my love that you matter more than you’ve ever let yourself believe. That you are not your brother’s keeper or whatever small, sad, pathetic thing your father, your mother, every damned voice in your head has convinced you that you are. I thought I could be enough. “But you don’t want me to save you. You would rather hold yourself captive so that you need not leave that brother of yours behind in his darkness. “I cannot save you. So I must do what I’ve begged you to do all this time—let go.”