*Frannie*
Inside the coach, he holds me as though he is loath to let me go. I hadn’t expected that. But then there is little about him that does meet my expectations.
“I want to see you again,” Greywind says quietly.
“I’m not certain that’s wise. We are of different worlds, my Alpha. In yours, I am but one night, and in mine, you are destined to be merely a memory.” I say softly.
He gives me a sad smile, “I should think after everything we’ve shared that you could call me Sterling.”
As much as it hurts, I say, “We are not equal.”
We travel the remainder of the journey in silence, which confirms that I have the right of it. No matter what feelings might begin to blossom between us, our places in society, as determined by our birth, will always serve to separate us.
Once we
