Davina's POV

I froze when I caught sight of his broad shoulders.

He ignored the chair at Carlotta’s bedside.

He was just standing beside her, looking down at her pale, lifeless face with the frown of a man facing a river he didn’t know how to cross.

I wasn’t sure if I was the right person to judge—scratch that; I knew I wasn’t—but I still couldn’t see any real love there.

It struck me again, not for the first time, how it was cruel to the point of heartbreak for a person like ...