Chapter 45 His Past

• Ghost POV
• There’s a flash of disgust and humiliation in Prince’s eyes, and I know immediately that my question hit a nerve. I regret asking it. I should’ve known better. “You know what, let’s change the subject,” I say quickly, trying to steer us away from the minefield I’ve just stumbled into.
• But Prince shakes his head, his voice barely a whisper. “No, it’s fine.” He says the words, but the way he avoids meeting my eyes tells me it’s anything but fine. “I’m not even sure how old I was,” he starts hesitantly, his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance. “Birthdays weren’t tracked there, and I wasn’t in a place where I could keep track myself.”