The doubt started festering in Tatiana’s mind soon after she had humored Carson and allowed him to talk to her privately. She didn’t know how to breach the subject with Liam without sounding desperate for her father.
She shouldn’t be so affected by Carson’s words, and yet she was. He had hit a nerve.
Even if she didn’t try to make Liam reconsider for her father’s sake, she ought to think of her people at least. The people she had been protective enough over to want to get into a loveless and arranged mating surely deserved that much.
She was in their bed chambers, pacing in nothing but a camisole and some silky pajama bottoms, when Liam came to bed.
He looked to be absurdly tired. And if the lines of exhaustion marring his face were of any indication, he had had quite some work to
