Urien Dragnoir
“Where are you?” Lugh said in a stern voice.
“Outside the hospital, leaving was the only way to have them leave her,” I said, and he took a deep breath.
“Peyton and I are on our way,” he said, and I finished the call.
I didn't want to do this. It was a futile bloodbath. She is my mate, but these stupid assholes are determined to push every wrong button.
If I end up dead, do they seriously expect her to fall back into their arms? She will resent them, she will loathe them, and I bet her family will not allow that to happen. They had already lost. This is non-f*****g-sense, and yet, I was ready to fight tooth and nail for her. I didn't care if I ended up dead; if that granted her her freedom, I was all in.
I met her a few days ago, but I had loved her my whole life
