He’d been fucking things regularly and it hadn’t mattered.
It wasn’t like any of those women had meant a goddamn thing.
Why would the queen’s daughter be any different?
Well, shit … the only thing that wouldn’t be the same? His brother would be free to live his life.
Liberated.
And that would be the one truly honorable thing Trez could do.
Sitting back in his chair, he realized … not a bad way to end things.
Sola left her condo even though it was the middle of the night. She just couldn’t stand the confines anymore, and the terrace wasn’t doing it for her wanderlust.
Heading down the concrete steps, she went past the glowing pool to the pathway that cut through the bushes. On the far side, the beach stretched out a mile in both directions, the strong, warm wind hitting her in the face.
She picked right for no particular reason and put her hands in the pockets of her light jacket, feeling for her phone.
It had remained silent.
And as she looked out over the dark ocean and listened to the waves on the shore, she knew it wasn’t going to ring.
Oh, sure, she’d get calls from her grandmother. Maybe the phone company. Maybe the repair shop for her new beater of a car.
But not from the 518 area code.
Stopping, she watched the moonlight that streamed from behind her touch the tops of the restless sea. Even though it made her queasy, she deliberately put herself back in the trunk of that car, feeling the cold and the vibration, the fear of knowing that whatever was coming next was going to hurt. A lot.
Holding all that tightly to her chest, she reminded herself yet again why the phone staying quiet was a good thing—
At first, she wasn’t sure exactly what the tip-off was.
Not a smell, no; the wind was coming at her. And it wasn’t the sight of anything—as she searched the landscape behind her, seeing scruffy bushes, another condo development, some kind of a lawn, a pool … there was nothing that moved. No sound, either.
“Assail?” she breathed into the wind.
She walked toward the bushes. Then jogged.
But when she got close to them? He wasn’t there.
“Assail!” she called out. “I know you’re here!”
Her voice didn’t carry far because of the wind. Backtracking, she jogged closer to home. “Assail?”
Her heart was thumping in her chest, a treacherous hope vibrating through her until she felt like she was floating over the sand.
That optimism was like gasoline in a tank, however. The longer there was no reply, the lower the level got, until she slowed … stopped.
“Assail …?”
She looked all around, praying to see him even though it was the last thing she needed.
But the black-haired man she was searching for did not answer her call … and eventually that sense that she was being watched went away.
As if the wind had taken it.
As if it had never existed.
On the way back to her place, she let the tears fall one by one without bothering to wipe them off. It was dark out. There was no one to see them.
And nothing to hide from.
She was … on her own.