I stiffened. “How do you—?”
“Liora, it’s okay if you still… have hope with him.”
“Mia—”
“I get it, it’s hard, and I’m not siding with him but, are we sure we, you should be ignoring him in public? You two are always sneaking off… maybe you could try and—”
“He is betrothed,” I snapped, harder then I meant. “And has made his choice, regardless, Mia. At the end of the day, me, just myself, wasn’t enough. And you want me to fight for that.”
Mia tilted her head, hestiting a moment. “No… I just…never want you to ignore your feelings even if there hard. You are fated mates… maybe… maybe you just need to hold out a hand for him to make the jump. You might be used to fighting your way through everything and this—”
“Mia.”
She froze, catching the look in my eye.
“Right,” she nodded. “You
