Forty-Five:
Prince Marlowe
She didn’t need a boyfriend. A suitor. A consort. Whatever the hell it was she and Victor were supposed to have been. She needed a friend. I should have realized that the moment that she arrived in our world. But I wasn’t used to being in a position to think about someone else. I was used to having people think about me.
But I had watched her over these past several months. I had seen her at her worst. She had seen me at mine. She needed someone she could trust, someone who wasn’t going to force her in a relationship just because they wanted to keep everyone else from having her.
Even though it hurt to look at her, even though I wanted to kiss her, and do everything on earth with her. When we got back, the palace was som
