~ RONAN ~
"So, we both know what this comes down to. Either find another bride or get marked," Nikolai says, with a note of finality. Mom had immediately agreed to that idea too, because according to her, my mate is mute and probably disfigured since I refuse to let her see Roselle.
If only she knew. Roselle is f*****g beautiful in a way that's difficult to describe. Those enchanting hazel eyes have a way of pulling a person in, making them see things they never expected to see.
"No," Kael growls. "We can't do that to her."
I suppress a sigh. "Nikolai is right. We don't exactly have many options."
"The hell we don't." Kael growls. "I swear, you do all your thinking with your feet."
"My feet?"
"Certainly not your brain."
I grit my teeth.
"This situation is bigger than us."
"No, wh
