Chapter Thirty-One
Zaron knew it was wrong to feel such anger over Emily’s refusal, but he couldn’t help the volcanic fury that burned in his chest as he gazed down at her, seeing the fear in her blue-green eyes. It sharpened the pain of her rejection, intensified it until he felt like he was bleeding from a thousand jagged cuts.
He might as well have offered Emily poison instead of his heart.
On a different day, under different circumstances, he might’ve been more rational about it, might’ve made allowances for the fact that they’d only known each other for a couple of weeks. But the ships were arriving tomorrow, and the knowledge that Zaron was about to lose her, that she was going to walk away and leave him to the agonizing emptiness of the last eight years, was like acid dripping on
