"That's not..." I began, but my words caught in my throat when I saw Kalo's. No not Kalo. But prince Cyrus's expression. It was him—Kalo was Prince Cyrus all along.
My heart pounded in my chest, and I instinctively took a step back. Then another.
I needed to distance myself from him.
I took a long, shaky breath and held it, trying to process the reality before me.
How could I have been so blind, so naive?
The signs were there all along, but I had refused to see them.
He is a prince.
He is the prince, who will behead me if he finds out my real identity.
Prince Cyrus—the prince of the kingdom that sought to conquer my own.
He is my enemy.
Anger and frustration boiled within me as I realized I had been deceived.
Was it his charm that had blinded me? Or my own foolish desire to avoid suspicion, not daring to look deeper?
My eyes narrowed at him.
"Thea..." he started.
