Had he Grieved her loss?
A sense of anger, long forgotten, surfaced from her accusatory tone. 'Of course.' How could he not grieve the loss of his first love? Julian's pupils shrank as the maddening emotions overwhelmed him.
"Are you qualified to ask me that question, Eleanor?"
Julian's dull gaze narrowed, his throat tight and dry, creating a hoarse and powerful voice, causing the hairs on the back of Nora's neck to stand on edge.
His hands slid along her face, brushing her cheeks and lips with his thumb.
"Do you know, how dark and painful life was like before meeting you... my sunlight?"
'I see... my memories were always here, hidden...'
"Julian?"
A stunned gaze reflected in his eyes, beautiful emerald eyes more dazzling than any gemstone he had ever gazed upon. To the shunned prince, this woman was the first person to bring him out of that dark and lonely prison.
Yet, just as fast as she saved him...
Eleanora, as he affectionately called her... vanished forever.
