Heavily, Roman sighed as he looked at the brunette-haired woman. He really couldn’t remember much about what happened between them, but he knew that he had to let the girl down gently. “I’m sorry I told you those things, but I have imprinted on someone and my heart belongs to her,” he explained to the girl, as tears sprang to her eyes, and Chantelle looked at her. “My son was not the same person as he was back then,” she stated, and without a word the girl ran off crying. Defeated, Roman put his head in his hands. He was not upset about the girl, he was upset at the fact that he thought that he may have lost Ashta. “Okay. Okay. Don’t worry about her, she will mend,” Chantelle said, as she hugged Roman’s shoulders. “Mom, it’s not her that I am worried about, it’s Ashta,” he cried,

