‘Why am I so determined?’ She stared at the man, disbelieving. ‘Ronin you’re going to marry Freya!’ Thea hissed with a glance at the window. She couldn’t hear the approach of footsteps on the gravel, but every beat that their heated discussion continued, the more dangerous it became.
‘What if I didn’t,’ he watched her, feeling as though she was sand, slipping through his fingers. The way she frowned, eyes narrowing slightly with thought. Confusion. ‘Thea, I asked you to give me time when we came back from the city. Time to put this right.’
‘But that’s not-’ she held her tongue and he could see the emotions as they battled across her face. The pain she felt, the loss that was echoed in his own heart. The flicker of hope before she pushed it away in refusal. ‘That’s not what happened.’
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