Katherine Harrington
“Are you sure she’s okay?”
This would definitely be the tenth time I’m asking this question.
“Yes, she will be.”
Luciano’s voice was low and patient behind me, the same calm tone he’d used for the last twenty minutes. But I couldn’t stop staring out the tall window of our chambers, watching the distant lights of the palace grounds flicker like dying stars. Somewhere out there, Seraphina was locked in her rooms. Alone. Hurting. Because of a decision her brother had made like it was nothing more than moving a piece on a chessboard.
I pressed my forehead against the cool glass.
“I still think this is cruel,” I whispered.
Luciano didn’t answer right away. Instead, I felt his presence move closer. The heat of his body brushed against my back before his hands settled
