CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Selese paced her cottage, mindlessly fingering an assortment of herbs, looking out the window at her small village, and thinking only of Reece. Ever since he had left her town, she had been able to think of nothing else. His name rung in her head like a mantra. Reece.
Reece.
The King's son. The one she had spurned. The one she had saved. She had been so foolish to be so cold to him, to send him away like that.
Not because he was a King's son.
But because, despite what she’d told him, she had loved him too.
Caught off guard by his advances, by her feelings for him, Selese had put on a good show, had acted as if she had thought he was crazy—irrational—to profess his love for her so quickly. But deep down, she had loved him back—possibly even more than he had loved her.
