“So what the hell do you want from me then?!” Aemond yelled. He was so frustrated with them. They had been playing games all summer, and he was over it.

“You.”

Aemond rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, leaning back in the chair. He brought a hand up to his brow, rubbing it, and sighed.

“No. Not happening.”

He wasn’t any good, he thought. He would just ruin her. Corrupt her. No, he wouldn’t do that to her. Not Helaena’s best friend. They’d known each other since middle school. He couldn’t. She was forbidden.