He kept his face calm as his hand gently wrapped around hers.
His voice was low, steady, but carried a weight that could crush the air between them.
"Yes, I'm willing. Even if the one you want to destroy is Jeffrey, I'll be the knife in your hand."
For her, he was ready to stand against anyone, even if it meant going against fate itself.
As long as it was her wish, he would obey. Because… he loved her. So deeply that it burned in his bones.
Yes. He loved her.
But this love had never been spoken aloud.
He had been angry with her, hated her, even resented her. But none of those emotions could compare to how much he loved her.
Three long years had passed since they parted, and during that time, he had convinced himself he hated her. But the truth?
Every single day, he was still thinking of her. Still loving her. And that love had only grown, deeper and deeper, until it consumed him.
