Determined to talk to him, I follow him out. He is standing against the tall window, watching the sky.
" We have to talk, Zuriel,"
Zuriel growls in frustration and turns to me angrily.
He is growling at me, but I stand my ground. Ara was right. He needs to know the truth whether he wants to hear it.
" I said what I said. I meant it. I love you, Zuriel," I say firmly, looking into his penetrating gaze. He seems a little shocked that I'm confirming it.
" We are losing ourselves in this marriage. It wasn't part of the plan," he looks distraught, running a hand through his hair.
" What plan? There was no plan, Zuriel!" I shout.
" Mine. You are not supposed to love me!" he retorts.
" Well, I do," I say firmly.
" You don't know what you speak of," he whispers, looking away.
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