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We rode to Coch Caer in silence. I tried not to think that everyone around us probably knew by now that Red and I had spent the night together. I wanted to hide every time I did. Not because I was embarrassed by my feelings for Red, of being his mate—though I doubted they knew about that—but because until a few days ago, I had been promised to his brother.
That didn’t sound good at all.
But I did like the sound of Red being my mate.
I glanced at him, riding by my side, his focus on the road ahead of us. Deep down, I always knew he was the one for me. I had been sure of it when we were younger. We had been best friends, then something else.
When our parents decided on the betrothal, I was ready to join forces with Red and fight for us, but he disappeared. One day he was there
