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Kiara's POV

The words are heavy in my mouth. Dorian's father might die before he got home or worse when he got there yet the best I can do is give him an apology. But I tendered it anyway as I watched him pack his bag.

"I'm sorry, about your Dad." I said softly.

Dorian looked up at me and his expression was stormy but he still attempted a weak smile.

"It's okay."

The thought of going home for him must be scary. Scary for many reasons. He must be scared for his father and his mate that would no doubt be rallying support to crown her child her to the throne in his absence. I was only glad that Shaun would be with him.

Dorian's voice cut through my thoughts as he looked at me guilelessly.

"You don't plan on coming with me, do you?"

I was surprised at how easily he could read me. It was something I had decided on the way to his room. It was too soon, too fast. I just couldn't leave yet. I couldn't make myself leave yet. But how did he know that? "Dorian." I said softly not knowing what