With those sweet words, I became Grey’s. Because he needed me, I split the kingdom with the blade bestowed by my king. I paid no mind to the labels of traitor or butcher—I stained my hands with blood. And when I finally fell from the cliff, desperate to protect him, I realized:
‘Well done, Ensley Maykin. You’ve lived the worst possible life.’
When I awoke, I was sixteen again, back in a time before I’d committed any sins. I vowed never to let Grey use me again… yet the cold, calculating Grey I knew seemed different now.
“Would you believe me if I said my heart has changed? I want you.”
At the same time, Quin Arives—the dissolute prince who’d been a mere side character in my past life—appeared, and began to upheave the stage…
“If the day comes when you need help, I’ll be there. I won’t retreat helplessly like I did this time.”
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