The two weeks leading to the ceremony seemed to be passing by faster than any time Valentine could remember in his life. His heart ached for his father. Libertine spent most of his time in his private study, only occasionally leaving the room, and even fewer times the house itself.
With a soft knock on his father’s study door, Valentine was relieved to be invited to enter.
“Did you hear anything back from Hades?” he asked. In a last-ditch effort to delay the mating ceremony, Libertine had penned a very carefully worded essay to the clan Lord.
“No.” Libertine shook his head. “There’s been no reply. I assume it means that Hades has rejected my plea.”
“Assuming our clan Lord has even seen it.” Valentine wasn’t convinced that Hades had ever received it. He was more inclined to believe that
