As soon as he was certain his absence would not offend the councilor, Zale separated from the others. He found himself on the far side of the house again, in the place where Rose had kissed them earlier. His emotions churned in a dozen different directions.
Mostly, his blood churned with blistering anger. Anger at himself for not refuting Rose"s ridiculous lies. Anger at her for making them in the first place. Anger at Nyle for not having lasted just a little longer. And… anger at Maryk for… well… just being who he was.
But through all of that slithered a sly thread of hope he was scared to trust.
As the councilor had said, she"d chosen him.
himHaving worked at the ICB and watched one of her friends be mated to dragons, she was better equipped than most women to understand what her lif
