Seeing Talon Aspen again, and in my home no less, feels like salt on the open wounds of an already unbearable day. But unlike Roman, who stands rigid and hostile beside me, I tuck my dislike for the crown prince beneath the perfect mask I’ve learned to wear. My smile is tight and practiced as I incline my head. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Talon.”

If he senses my distaste, he doesn’t acknowledge it. His lips curl into a half-smile as he tilts his head, gesturing to the open ...