Chapters (54)
- Title Page
- Also by Aileen Erin
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Off Balance
- To My Readers
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
He shook his head and stood up like he was shoving all his emotions back down inside of himself. I’d seen Lorne do the same thing, and I wondered if my father had taught him that or if it was an Aunare thing.
Either way, the devastation was gone, and in front of me stood a leader.
“You have a place to take. I know what I’m asking of you, and I’m not expecting this to be easy between you and me because of it, but—”
“No.” If there were a door that I could slam in his face, I would’ve. “No. I’m not taking any place. I’m—”
“Please, Amihanna. I—”
The anger was back, and my skin started to glow. “No. You don’t get it. I don’t even know who Amihanna is. Whoever you think I am or whatever place you think I’m going to take, I’m not. I just clawed my way out of that hellhole, and you’re coming at me now to tell me that I’m in danger and hated here and—” I cut myself off before I could say anything else. I didn’t know him, and clearly, my father didn’t know me. At all.
“I understand.” He held out his hands to me, pleading with me to listen to him, but I wasn’t sure I could. Not now. “I do. I really, truly do understand. And if we weren’t going to war or if you were anyone else, I would give you more time, but you have to understand that you are the long-lost heir to the di Aetes line, and the betrothed of—”
“No.” I felt like I was falling. He couldn’t have just said what I thought he said. “Betrothed? I can’t. No.” My words were fierce whispers as the horror of what he said hit me. I couldn’t marry some random person.
My father gave me a sad smile. “Don’t you even want to know who you’re betrothed to?”
I moved to the chair beside the bed before my legs could give out. “No. I don’t know. It doesn’t matter who—” Oh shit. The look on my father’s face. The smile. It was someone I knew already. Someone…
My heart raced, and I knew. I knew who it was. I knew deep inside of me who I was tied to. “Lorne,” I whispered.
“You remember?” My father sounded hopeful.
“No.” But Lorne said he’d been waiting for me. He couldn’t mean… “No. I didn’t remember anything. When did this happen and why wasn’t I told?”
This was a nightmare. I couldn’t be forced into marriage with anyone, even if it was Lorne. He was…beautiful and strong and he made me feel too much and he was the crown prince.