Zion slowly pushed the door shut behind them. The soft scent of lavender from the fireplace mingled with Arwen's distinctive petrichor scent, which was now so strong in his senses.
The girl stood before him, her hands clenched at her sides, her eyes full of questions.
"Who is that woman?" Arwen asked, her voice trembling. "And why is she so angry with me? Are you hiding something from me, Zion? Have you been lying all this time, that you already have a fiancée?"
Zion was silent momentarily, letting Arwen's voice dominate between them. His jaw tightened, not out of anger, but because he feared hurting his mate's feelings.
He raised his hand slowly, gently touching Arwen's cheek, his thumb brushing her smooth cheek.
"Arwen..." he said softly, tenderly. "I never once intended to lie to
