"You should tell that to your husband, Princess," Sullivan's words cut through the air like a knife.
Maxine's eyes widened, and her expression turned solemn, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and curiosity.
What did he mean by that? How could he possibly know something about Maverick that she didn't?
"What did you mean?" Maxine asked, her voice trembling slightly, her gaze locked with the imperial prince's copper-red eyes.
There was something unnerving about his gaze, as if he could see right through her.
Sullivan's lips curled up into a sly smile, his eyes never leaving hers. "Well, that is for you to figure out yourself, princess."
Maxine couldn't shake the feeling that Prince Ivan was alluding to something important, something that could shatter her understanding of Maverick and the nature of their relationship.
She retreated from their proximity and took a seat, suddenly feeling weary.
