Christian POV
A coward. That’s what he’d felt like these last few days. No, that’s what he’d been.
He’d run a trafficking cartel, threatened people in power, fought in wars…but talking to his mate was proving to be too much for him.
He would speak sternly to himself in the mirror, trying to boost his self-esteem. Then he’d confidently walk into the dining room where she’d be eating dinner with Sarah or someone else she knew. He’d walk to her table, all the while saying positive things inside his head—and then…. He’d chicken out. He’d walk past her table or pretend to see someone in the distance he needed to talk to.
What was wrong with him?
Christian had convinced himself before that he didn’t deserve her, but ever since the battle in the courtyard—where he’d seen many grieving mates—
