Yet, even as I thought that, my rage for Ivan doubled, with some of it now turning inward toward myself.
I also was guilty of underappreciating Claire when I had her in my life as my partner. I had been unkind to her. I had sided with Daphne. I had cast Claire out, and she had nearly died with Nova still inside of her.
Ivan might be projected his affections, but I had already been the true monster in Claire’s life.
By comparison, perhaps Ivan was a saint.
Claire’s POV
When it became time to leave the King’s palace, I packed up my guestroom. The servants came and took the bags away, all except my purse for my personal items and my phone. Checking my phone now, I could see that Ivan had texted me, but I ignored it, not even opening his message.
If something was wrong with the kids, he
