GRAYSON'S GRIP was tight, but his hand was shaking. He looked at Mailah as if she were a puzzle he couldn't solve. The wind blew his dark hair across his eyes, making him look wild and young.
"You look at me with so much hope," Grayson said. His voice was a low growl. "It makes me uneasy, Mailah. In my head, I am still that man who wants to rule everything. I don't know why I saved you. Was it because I care, or because I didn't want to lose the game?"
Mailah felt a chill that had nothing to do with the night air. She stepped closer, her heart beating fast. "You're worried," she whispered. "You're worried that your heart is still caught by someone else. You're thinking of her, aren't you?"
Grayson's eyes narrowed. "Who?"
"The demon princess," Mailah said. The name felt heavy on her tongue. "Seryn. You and your brothers... you were obsessed with her. You told me stories about it once, even if you don't remember it now."
