King Lucas Conroy sat before Amelia’s sleeping form, gazing down at her with so much tenderness that Arian had to look away, in fear of intruding on their affection.
“Why didn’t you tell me, sweetheart?” Conroy whispered as he pressed his lips to the back of Amelia’s hands.
Arian noticed a tear wriggling its way down his cheeks and he felt sorry for his brother. He looked so hurt that Arian opened and closed his mouth repeatedly in search of the right words to say.
“I would have done everything to make you even happier.” Conroy continued, his eyes closing as his wolf howled in pain in his mind.
“Do not spew anymore lies Lucas. I know of the truth.” A hoarse voice clogged with tears whispered and Conroy raised his head. Arian took that as a cue for him to leave the room.
In bewilderment, he said, “Lies? What lies do I tell?”
“Do not play me for a fool, Lucas, you know what you are doing.’ She accused through tear-filled eyes.