Roan
Mia stared at him with wide confused eyes. She was frozen, quiet, all her masks suddenly slipping after her confession that she probably loved the prisoner. And what was there not to love, Roan thought in the silence that stretched around them? The king’s slayer was young, and strong, and good-looking and he’d never hurt her the way Roan had.
At this moment he had eyes and mind for her and her only. Forgotten was the death of Briana’s reincarnation, forgotten were the fear and pain. Nothing mattered than this girl who loved someone else because Roan had gone too far, had broken her too badly. He’d never be worthy of love in her eyes. Hell, how could be when he wasn’t even in his own. And what were all these talks about love all of a sudden? For someone like him, who’d lived almost
