““Let me help,” Hauk said, his tone sincere. Nykyrian raked him with a sneer. “I’m not dumb enough to fall for that trick again. Get away from me.” He finished picking up the garbage and his reader, then rose to his feet. He gave a long, hard glare of hatred to Hauk before he headed to the window. Hauk watched him leave, his face a mask of sadness. “What the hell are you doing, Dancer?” Kiara grimaced at the sight of the crowned Andarion prince and heir. She’d always hated that smug prick. There was something about him that made her flesh crawl. Hauk bowed low to him. “He saved my life, Highness. I was only trying to pay him back.” Jullien arched one regal, scathing brow. “You’d better remember where your loyalties lie, pleb. Or else you’ll find yourself sharing his misery.””
