Chapter 115

• Kylian's POV
• My plan was already in motion by the time I started wooing her. Convincing her that she could trust me, that my every act of care, every chivalrous gesture, was born of genuine affection. It wasn’t hard—Cesmae, bless her naïve heart, was ripe for the taking. Every carefully orchestrated “chance encounter,” every moment I played the hero, fell into place exactly as I intended.
• The tampering of her horse’s reins had been a straightforward first step. When she lost control and I swept in to “save” her, the gratitude in her eyes, the dawning trust, was palpable. She was nearly in the palm of my hand then, desperate to believe in me, to see a savior where there was only a wolf in sheep’s clothing.