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Nowhere To Run To
Helio’s POV If I’d gotten any closer, Knox would have been able to smell me. Watching them from the shadows, it had taken everything within me to keep my distance. The conversation I’d had with the arrogant prince the day before still irritated me, and the thought of Cindra’s impending rejection left a bitter taste in my mouth. I had been prepared to interrupt them as soon as it was clear that Knox was being cruel, yet that hadn’t happened. She didn’t seem too upset as they parted ways at the entrance of the garden. She hadn’t cried, but I could imagine what was going on in her head. What it would be like to get to the ceremony and actually be rejected in front of both royal families and the entire court. I didn’t know if she could ever show her face in public again. As much as I picke
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