Twenty-Seven:
Haven Haywood
She knew.
She knew the truth about me, about my past. It had been so long since I had talked about it to anyone. It felt like a world away. Another lifetime. But even saying the word out loud….saying that I was the Prince of Draig…..the words had felt unfamiliar on my lips. I had known what she was. I’d seen the scales. But I also knew what they did to dragons, to people like us. It was safer this way. For both of us.
I had thought, perhaps, that there was the chance of her being my mate. But it hadn’t mattered then. Even if I had told her who I was and we had been mates, she still wouldn’t have known the truth about George.Or about Vincia and their history with dragons. And she still would have felt that she was obligated to marry him.
But she knew t
