Blood and Truth

ROWAN’S POV

And I stare at him, this enormous, scarred rogue who eats crème caramel and threatens kings, and I feel something rip open in my chest, because I know that.

I know that feeling in my bones. I spent years trying to go back to a mother who threw me away because the alternative was having no one at all.

“I’m sorry,” Victor says.

I blink. “What?”

“For how she’s used you.” His dark eyes hol