The Rogue. The Dark Devil. The King of the Misfit Wolves. She’d heard the nicknames more than once.

I warned you I was no hero.”“You were,” she said. “You were once, for me, but not now. You failed to tell me that you weren’t just a villain. You’re worse.” She struggled to hold back her tears. “You’re a monster.

The scars should make you terrifying, but to me they don’t. They only make you intriguing. It’s beauty with depth.

Make no mistake, Princess. I’m no hero.