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Chapter 110

-Grayson’s POV-

“It feels like I haven’t seen you in days.”

I took a deliberate sip of my whiskey, the glass cool against my fingertips, before glancing at Liam, who sat casually across from me in my study. “Because I have been gone for days,” I replied flatly, my tone leaving no room for interpretation.

Liam let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his dark hair. “It’s a saying, Grayson: You’re not supposed to answer it like an accountant tallying numbers. And since we’re here–are you going to tell me why you’ve been gone for days? Or why you dragged me here for a drink?”

“Aren’t we friends?” I asked, my voice calm and void of any warmth.

He scoffed, the sound sharp in the otherwise quiet room. Something flickered across his eyes–amusement, maybe pity, but I didn’t care enough to decipher it. “I’d have used that term when we were fifteen. Back when you weren’t so determined to freeze out the entire world. Now? Let’s just say you’ve stayed in my life long enough that I tolerate you and your bad attitude.”

Bad attitude.

let it show. Ava had said the same thing. Ava who I hadn’t spoken to in a week now. Not that I hadn’t tried to reach out. I had. But she had made it

question I didn’t want to hear. “So, what is this really about? Are you and

my feet. “Not everything is about her.” My voice was colder than I intended. “And if you

stone walling. “Alright, calm down. I didn’t mean to poke at you.” He gestured toward my

him to leave anyway. But after a beat, I

crashed back to reality cohol I’d consumed had lost its warmth, the haze

so it seemed. But the curse more incidents with The truth was, I hadn’t had any Maria had unearthed hung over my head like an axe waiting to drop. A curse that, as far as I understood, ran through my bloodline. Its exact purpose remained a mystery, but I knew this much: it meant I

was one thing I couldn’t

else knew, not even Ava. I couldn’t afford for anyone to discover this weakness–it would only give them another weapon

“Grayson.”

thoughts, snapping me back to the present. I blinked, focusing on him as he gave me a

lightly against the armrest. The words came out before I even realized I

said, but that I’d said anything at all. Avalehe asked cautiously. And

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shifted in my seat, gripping the glass tighter. The study suddenly felt

surprise clear now. “You said that out loud?

that’s so shocking,” I muttered, swirling the amber liquid in my glass. “She painted this perfect picture of

me like he was treading on thin

perfectly clear

moment before he spoke again, his tone measured. “And

all people, know what happened with my father. The man I swore

Thi

but he didn’t interrupt. So I continued. “No matter how hard I tried to escape it, I turned out just like him. The power. The I exhaled

them.”

argue, but he studied me with a look I couldn’t quite place–pity, perhaps, or maybe understanding.

I

he asked a question hdn’t anticipated. “Have you thought about who the throne will pass down

you’re taking?”

hit me harder than

spent so much time thinking

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