“Understood, sir.” Igor had the entire staff disappear from view in moments, and soon the prince was and wasn’t alone.
Memories of Fawn surrounded him.
This was where he and Jason Christakos had spoken in front of Fawn, the prince thought.
He headed down the hallway.
This was where he had first spoken to Fawn after her interview, and she had done her best but failed to make herself smile at him.
He looked at the end of the hallway.
That was where Fawn had thought she was being haunted.
He stopped in front of his study.
And here—-
Here—-
Prince, please.Her cry echoed in his mind, every word whipping his heart.
For your sake, you must learn to forget me.
I can’t.The words repeated over and over, and his heart began to bleed.
Then that’s a pity...because I can forget you.
The prince’s gaze burned.
Oh God, Fawn.
Here was his last chance of saving her from all the fucking agony—-
Here was where he had abandoned her.
Jaw clenching, he forced himself to step inside the study.
And then he started to call.
Again and again.
And typed.
He typed nonstop.
Emails. Text messages. Chats on applications.
I love you.
Please believe me.
I love you.
Please believe me.
One day passed.
Two days.