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A smile curved Andreas’s mouth, rendering him starkly beautiful. “You and my father missed one small detail in your plan. If I had never discovered you were alive it wouldn’t have mattered so much. But I did.”

“What detail?” Ariana was shouting now, her voice lost in the gray bleakness around her.

Everything about those few days was still jumbled in her head. She’d been acting on pure animal instincts—fear the overriding one—and listening to King Theos had been the worst kind of mistake.

All she’d wanted was to escape Drakon before Andreas came back from his summit. Before she was caught in the web of her own love for him.

Her leaving him was a betrayal to a man who didn’t break the rules for anyone—an unforgivable mistake to a man whose word meant everything.

She clasped his jaw, forcing him to look at her. “What detail, Andreas?”

He still didn’t hold her. Didn’t touch her in any way. Those eyes trapped her again, until even breathing was a chore. Those eyes betrayed all his emotions—fury, shock, and the cold enjoyment of her fate now.

“You are still my wife.”