Prince Keith’s POV

The mountain air was supposed to cleanse, to quieten the relentless demands of the mind. I had sought its harshness, with the specific purpose to forget. Or, at the very least to push the image of Heather, out of my consciousness.

But it was a resounding failure.

Every breath against my lungs seemed to only sharpen her memory in my mind. The mountain didn't offer me what I wanted instead my mind was a tempest, raging with her. I saw her face when I closed my eyes, heard ...