“I can’t believe you would do this to your husband,” the prince said.

He said the word "husband" like he meant for it to hurt.

I stared at him. The blade in my hand, the sleeping king behind me, and the blood on my palm. Everything I had carefully planned—he had seen it.

And now he was standing across the room wearing that expression I had spent months trying to forget.

“How long have you been standing there?” I asked. My voice gave away nothing.

“Is that really the tone you want to use with me right now?” He tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting. He...