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Rhys broke them and won.
I should have told her how much I thought about her. Some days, she was all I could think about. Even when we were apart, she was on my mind.
And I fucked it up.
Fitzy had threatened my family. He said he would make the lives of anyone who touched Grace a living hell. We knew he would make good on that promise.
I was a good Knight.
A good son.
And I still lost.
“Cole, wait up,” Hunter called out as I entered the game room.
I ducked into the room, and he joined me seconds later, locking the door behind us.
“I know how you feel.”
“No, you don’t.” I walked over to the bar and grabbed a glass. “You don’t have to let someone else marry the woman you love.”
Hunter handed me a bottle of scotch. “No, but I know what it’s like to have someone else control my life. My dad plans every single detail. I don’t have a choice either.”
I poured the amber liquid into two glasses and passed one to Hunter. We sipped our drinks and plopped onto the leather couch.
I devoured most of the scotch in one gulp. It burned on the way down, but I needed to feel something.
Anything.
“I can’t let Grace marry Rhys,” I muttered between sips.
“Fitzy will destroy your family. Don’t get in his way. It’s not worth it.”
I finished my drink and hopped up from the couch, feeling too fidgety to sit still. “I let Grace think I’m not into her when she’s the only thing I think about.”
“You know how this will end,” Hunter reminded me.
I knew the cost of breaking The Founders’ rules. I witnessed several banishments in my twenty-two years on this earth.
They lost everything.
Their status.
Their money.
Their power.
My cell phone buzzed in my pocket, a call from my dad, probably to yell at me for leaving so abruptly. Fitzy wasn’t done making a spectacle of his granddaughter’s engagement before I rushed out of the ballroom.
Fuck him.
My phone rang again, and Hunter got up from the couch, one eyebrow raised. “Who keeps calling you?”
“My dad.”
“We should head back.” He put his empty glass on the bar and tipped his head at the door. “Our parents won’t be happy.”
Hunter’s dad was an abusive asshole. His only reprieve from his father’s cruelty was the nine months he’d spent each year at York Military Academy. Now that we graduated, he was stuck living at home and forced to follow orders.
