The man’s eyes flashed lighter blue and I had a flashback to that night.
It’s him. This is who fucked me like never before.
I shook off the thought and focused on now. “No, Kole, you’re doing that all on your own. The door was open, but she was touching you.”
The man snorted. “He was touching her bare thigh while she played with his hair. That’s what I saw. I went to get his father to tell him not to be so stupid but got held up.” He snickered when Kole moved like he was going to hit him. “Try it. I’m in a bad enough mood, so I want to fight.”
Kole believed him because he backed off and turned towards me. “You cannot trust Thorn, Sagan.”
“Well, right now I don’t trustyouafter lying to your father and me,” I seethed. “So just go before I end things right here.” I ignored his shocked expression and focused on the man. “If you have a moment, I’d like to hear the rest. The details I have are—they—if you have a moment?”
There was a flash of surprise on his face, but then it was gone. “Of course, Your Highness.” He shoved past Kole and made sure to put himself between us like he was worried Kole would try something with me.
I appreciated the thought, but honestly I almost hoped Kole did so I could just end it. Or break him.
I was so upset that I kind of wanted that option as well.
I felt him behind me as I moved down the hallway, trying to remember where I was in the castle. I paused and then looked between two doors before trying the left one. Sighing, I closed it and tried the other one.
“Lost in your own castle?” he asked, his tone a bit too amused.
I shot him an unfriendly look over my shoulder. “If you’re smart, you won’t pour salt in that wound.” I was glad when understanding filled his eyes.
And pity.
Anyone with a soul would feel a bit of pity for someone who barely knew her own home because she didn’t grow up there and barely spent time there… At the request of her own parents.
I found a sitting room and let him inside, closing the door behind us. I stared at him for several moments, trying to process any and all of it. Licking my suddenly dry lips, I froze when he watched with too much interest.
It had to be him, right?
“How much did you see that night? Exactlywhatdid you see?”
He narrowed his eyes and studied me like I’d grown another head or something, but then shock bloomed over every inch of his face in an almost amusing way. Like seriously, I might have been able to push the huge dragon over with a feather.
Huge,attractivedragon.
Ignore that for the moment and focus, Sagan!
“You don’t remember,” he breathed after maybe a full minute of silence.
I opened my mouth but then closed it, studying him. “Remember what?”
He shook himself out of whatever he was thinking, but then worry filled his pretty eyes. “Heat doesn’t make you not remember. Were you drugged?”
I went to ask him what he meant, but then I suddenly felt self-conscious. He held all of the cards in this moment, and if I played mine wrong, it could be beyond devastating.
“It’s him,”my dragon told me firmly.
Right, but how did Iknowthat? We couldn’t remember.
I cleared my throat and rubbed my arm. “Heat? Who was in heat? I’m asking what you saw in that hallway that night.”
“Do you really remember nothing?” he asked, his tone making it clear he was scared.
And destroyed.
I cleared my throat again, totally not keeping my cool at all. I glanced away. “I—it was an awful day for me. I remember bits and pieces of that night, but—no one would blame me if things slipped my mind. But I’m not asking about—”
