A Mate’s Promise
The moonlight bathed the mansion in a silver glow. Sophia stood by the window in Marcus’s room, watching the stars. Her heart was still racing after the warning they received—an army was coming. The Rogue King wasn’t giving up.
But tonight, she didn’t want to think about war. She wanted to feel.
To breathe.
To love.
Behind her, Marcus leaned against the doorframe, watching her. His injuries were healing, but the guilt in his eyes hadn’t faded.
“You haven’t slept,” he said gently.
Sophia turned. “Neither have you.”
He stepped closer, his voice soft. “Do you regret saving me?”
She shook her head. “No. I regret not understanding you sooner.”
They stood in silence, the air between them thick with emotion. Marcus reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
