"I... I don't know," Drake admitted, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of the question had physically landed on him.
"There," she said, holding her arms out. "That's exactly the problem. I'm not Queen. I'm not the kind of woman who walks into a room and everyone stops breathing. I'm not the kind of woman people make stupid, grand, decisions over. I'm just Chay…the daughter of convicts, remember? The one who blends into shadows."
Drake swallowed hard. "I… I had sex with Queen."
Chay blinked. "I…what? Wow. Okay. That's... random."
"I'm not saying it to hurt you," he rushed to clarify, "I'm saying it to prepare you…for what I'm about to do."
Drake stepped closer, guilt written across every line in his face. "She may drive me crazy. But I do love her, Chay. And I love you too…just… not the same way."
