POV (VICTOR)
I could now see that my memories and my desires had tricked me into believing Abelia was mine. However, the truth was completely different. Due to my arrogant choice of hiding my affections for her, I had created an opening for another to claim her heart. What had I been thinking all these year? How could I say I adored Abelia and wanted her to be my Queen, when all I did was steal glances in her direction at dinner parties or disguise our touches as simple accidents. Where did I get off in believing that was love? I should have profess to the world that I wanted her. I should have fought my Father for her hand and demanded the coven accept her as my bride. Instead I chose the long game, like a coward, and believed she would always wait. But when it comes to the heart, patien
