Chapter 29
Neeve gasped, and Thorne stood up with such force that it knocked his chair to the ground.
“Rose, no,” he said tightly.
“It’s the only way.” I couldn’t bear to look at him or my heart would shatter right there on the spot.
“She’s too young.” Thorne raised his voice for the whole table to hear. “Rose isn’t yet eighteen. Under our laws, she cannot speak any binding oaths until then.”
“Galadhir.” The Nightshade Lord stood and leaned forward, bracing his hands on the table. “You take your duties of protection too far. We both know that time is racing by in the mortal world. Surely her birthday is nigh.”
Was it? The flicker of hope Thorne had given me faltered and died.
I knew that the days and months moved differently between the realms—indeed, I’d reminded Kian of the fact e
