Jonah’s POV

The words fling me backward like a physical blow. My back presses into the cool firmness of the wall as if my legs might give way without its support. The truth burns through me like wildfire.

She never wanted this marriage.

All the time we've spent together, every fleeting glance, every shared silence—I thought I understood. Naively, I believed the marriage forced on us by Jareth was the real burden she carried. My humiliation. The ...