I stared forward, shocked at the admission, that he’d share this info—this weakness—with me. The girl he’d asked to be his Consort. The girl who’d refused him. The girl who’d witnessed, firsthand, his betrayal by Amber. The girl who’d seen the look on his face when Amber confessed her sin, her involvement in Celina’s conspiracy. The girl who’d felt the thrust of Celina’s glamour, and powered through it. But so had he.
