"Even if it means becoming enemies with the Leclair Family," Jocelyn Yeager said firmly, enunciating each word.
Delphine lowered her gaze. After a long moment, she shook her head. The entanglements between her and Ignatius Leclair—what was the point of dragging others into them? Love is a matter for two people, so is hatred.
"Delphine, you don't truly love him," Jocelyn Yeager said, seeing that there was no trace of a woman consumed by love on her face, and an intense joy flashed across his heart.
So, despite all that Ignatius Leclair had done, he still couldn't win her heart. This realization alleviated much of Jocelyn's frustration.
At eighteen, caught between youth and adulthood, still hardly more than a child, she had suffered the deepest betrayal and exile the world could offer. What made Ignatius think he could so easily walk away when he didn't love her, yet demand everyone's devotion when he suddenly decided to love?
