Ronan pov
Except what? Some fantasy mate I’d never found? Some dreams that might never materialize?
“I need to think about it,” I said, which was the coward’s answer.
Juliet’s smile was understanding. “Of course. Take all the time you need. I’m in no rush.”
But the way she looked at me suggested otherwise. Suggested that she and her father had already decided how this would end.
She left with a graceful goodbye, and I returned to watching the warriors train.
Marcus appeared at my elbow moments later.
“She makes a compelling case,” he said quietly.
“You were eavesdropping.”
“I was protecting my Alpha from an ambush.” He had the grace to look slightly ashamed. “But she’s right, Ronan. You’ve been searching for five years. At some point, you have to consider that maybe…”
“Maybe wha
