HEATH’S POV
Pierce rarely ever made demands. Most days, he was no more than the easy-going assistant, tied to my decisions whether or not they were beyond his understanding.
It was this level of trust that had brought us this far.
At the same time, he wasn’t a blind follower. On days when the innate pain of my past was bound to destroy me, he gladly made the rules. And each time, the pills were difficult to swallow.
Take tonight, for instance.
“This is a disaster,” seated beside the hearth, Vina had her knees hugged to her chest.
The lass had been muttering to herself since Pierce left. One might think she was the victim of an ambush, locked up in my bedroom with me.
Bored of talking alone, she looked up at me.
“You are the King here. Surely, there must be a way to override Pi
