Sloane
I watch as shock spreads across Benedict’s face. He begins blinking like he’s struggling to process what I’ve just said and his hand drops from my hair.
I hadn’t intended to tell him, but Aisling has been loudly purring in my head and pressuring me to trust him all night. She’s all in when it comes to Benedict and Marrok.
I’m not so easily convinced. That is until he forces me to see the truth in his eyes. He holds my gaze and challenges every reason my brain comes up with that he’s here with me tonight for any reason other than he wants to be with me.
“So, you’re not a choice of successor. You’re an heir,” he says slowly, as if trying to comprehend what I’m saying.
“I’m not just AN heir, Benedict. I’m THE heir,” I say quietly.
“What do you mean?”
“When my grandfather met my
