He spins me effortlessly. "What do you think happens to you when I die? You'll be free?" His chuckle is sensual, causing the hair on my skin to rise. "Don't be naive, Guinevere. The royal blood flowing through our veins is a cage we'll never be free of. You'll find yourself confined within the harem, kept as a sex slave for whoever gets the throne. Or if someone were nice enough, they'd poison you before that happened."
My pulse skids. "My father won't allow it."
There's that look again. The kind that says I'm being an idiot. "If he couldn't protect you from this union, why would he now? A princess who has fucked the enemy has no value as a bargaining chip and you know that. He'd be best discarding you."
"We wolves do not abandon our own," I rage. "But you wouldn't know that. You've never known love or belonging in your life."
He flinches for a heartbeat.
The emotion is gone from his face the next second.
