Celina
I'm speechless and heartbroken. Ryan stands above me, probably waiting for me to reject him back.
But I don't want to.
When my mother told me about mates when I was a little girl, I longed to find mine. It's been a dream forever, and now he is standing here, beautiful and menacing.
He might hate and dislike what I am with that frown on his face, but I don't want to break the bond yet. Ryan probably feels nothing for me without it, yet... I can't bring myself to reject him.
"Well?" Ryan asks.
I stare up at him, almost losing the ability to breathe.
He is devastatingly handsome but angry.
Hands resting on the table, head bent to glare down at me.
Unapproachable.
Intimidating.
The friendly guy I mistakenly assumed was Ryan's whole personality has vanished in a puff of
