Verity shook, anger rushing to her face. “What the f**k are you talking about?”
I tilted my head. “You act like Rowan is some prize.”
She snorted. “He’s the f*****g king.”
Toya nodded. “He is, but Amy here is not very forgiving.”
Verity’s face fell. “What are you talking about?”
I leaned in, as if I was telling her a secret. “Rowan always said he would never touch a female that wasn’t his goddess given mate.” Her face paled. “He left me while I was in heat, and I was begging him to help me.” I smiled at her. “Do you think that a forced mating will change his vow? He will leave you time and time again, begging for help, burning and in pain. King or not, he is a cruel man, and no prize.”
“You’re lying.” She whispered as she stumbled back a step.
“Am I?” I tapped a finger on my lips. “
