The surging turmoil Kyren had was now replaced with forlornness. Sitting on the chair, he had been staring blankly in the quiet tent for quite some time. His mind kept drifting to the strained quarrel he had with Anna today.
'I hate you!'
The three words that came out of her quivered lips pierced through him like a rodden dagger, slicing and ravaging without mercy.
He had always been resilient with his tough character, demanding and despicable according to his way. Though many adored him for his good looks, some loathed him, so it was common for the grand duke to be the centre of attention for admiration and hatred. He could not care less for either one of them.
Not until today.
Not until the words slid out of her mouth.
