ANDREA’S POV
I hung up the phone with a heavy sigh and sank into the chair in the living room of our new suite.
My parent’s words weighed heavily on my mind, and although we’d had similar conversations like that in the past, this time, it weighed heavier.
My mom’s final words kept replaying over and over again in my mind: “What about Zayne? He would make a perfect mate, and he would never hurt you.”
I knew that. I knew that the last thing Zayne would do in this life was hurt me. But that didn’t mean I wanted to be his mate.
I groaned, leaning back into the couch. It made no sense. Zayne truly was perfect—he was handsome, smart, fiercely loyal, hell, he could even cook. Any woman in their right mind would choose him in a heartbeat.
I guess I wasn’t in my right mind.
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